She thought of the situation
As little consequence
She had sex for less
For love
Where was the point?
Hidden under stained sheets
And futures that traded themselves in
Daily
She fears falling in love
The same way that she fears death
A trapped
Uncontrolled feeling
A good 200 miles per hour
Right down a mountain side
And no rails would save this time
It's a hopeless abandon
A life gone wrong too soon
Too late
Too much of everything
Except what she needed
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