Deep in the sticky south, the gentlemen have speckles of blood on their shirts. The women smile with their mouths shut, and never seem to change. In the south, you get in your home before dark, because the night brings the parties with their shining eyes and soft skin, the ones that drag their escorts into the privacy of a dark alleyway for a quick something sweet. They look so happy, so beautiful, if you could just join them, you know you would be that happy too.

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