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When do you know that you’ve had more than enough?
You’ve seen every shade of skin; you smile and sip wine,
Slowly kiss away the boredom, a bit faster, maybe rough,
Maybe you’re even falling for it, but one too many time.
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PS. I know at least one person will think that this is some reflection of my current life status. So, no, this is a poem, not my authorised biography.
