The Long Island

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It started with a crave

a fiery desire

for the long one

She wants it

Like her life depends on it

She's heard all about it

Her lingering mind can't hold the thought any much longer

She loves it dirty

hard and toxic

a cocktail for the pain

pleasurable to her soul

doomed to mess her senses up

it meets her where all the wrongs feels right

half way through the island

she feels the rush

Happy hour couldn't come any sooner

One last round

Gasping for fresh air

in a hazy room

She is in for the real

Just to take the blues away

Gradually sipping on the last straw

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