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We 

Are not all right, we only talk when the alcohol 

Doesn’t stop our lips from unlocking (and I know you think about me wishing I was there), usually at parties beyond our control and 

Worlds (cities) apart.

One night equals disaster when two beings know far too much

About the other person’s soul than one night allows, and

What we know could fodder romance novels for years but this is reality and we do not belong to each other because

We live for endings instead of 

Happily ever after.

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