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Her skirt flared as she danced to the strobe lights and the DJ's mixes

Where does mama's turkey come from? What's "premium" cat food made of? What's a choice and what's a lie?

Too much introspection and a poetry slam.

You could have been my newest addiction, but that's just to cliche

Stuttering, trying to say it all, but it's impossible

She's such a fad, of timeless romance.

I sing this song just for you, love.

For the newest generation, this is what you leave behind.

What could have been, never seemed so far as now

Watch for the cat who follows you at moon-lights bloom.