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X stale charms puddle in watchful repose across a trite sofa. her sallow sails of spent flesh furl loosely from upper limbs. a nocolor nightdress years too short barely covers concave thighs. lazy meat tears fall across counted ribs while sad air reeks of antique grapes and dead refrigerators. a thirsty decade past legal, her peeking belly wilts like a spent condom. "I know you want me still" she regards my shrieking eyes and along her shoulders red spiders blush. I can't forget the long twitch of her frowning navel.
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