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and on this one nightstand, next to the money left sits a note left after a one-night stand it's next to a half filled and lipstick smeared cocktail and it reads, it breathes: was it good for you I'm telling you the truth and I'm telling it all doesn't it seem like the writing on the wall twenty-one years old and life seems to end up being quoted in every line, in every street name and every time I get lucky with a stranger when life becomes filled with remember when's only ghosts in every bed and on every corner of streets that are networked and locked in a flyby night town where the words, loaded and cocked, rarely refer to a gun it all breathes: was it good for you From Letras Mania