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One day she wrote her name out of cocaine

But then twas sniffed til gone, the truth denied

A shame in vain attempts to turn her sane

"Live life like each day is your last!" she cried

For weeks before, we dreamt we'd found our whole

Passion flared through my bones; my hands ablaze 

But doused by doubts; the insecure poor soul

When we succumb too young, the heart betrays

Occasional flirtatious overtures

Provocative pictures to titilate

Time passed; I learned to dodge all of her lures

Weakness well known, tits I capitulate

Here's a moral if you can't tell: Don't trust

a girl at Houlihan's snorting white dust.