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Gabby, Goddess of Touch She's loquacious with Braille has pimple-speak across loud-to-the-feel jewelry, 'the real thing' chortles buds on her blacked out tiara and as we pat her we acquire wandering eyes. That all-along downcurve is contour to spell at any pace. A stud through the eyelid pronounces 'squint' but let us dream beyond that into day-blind pupils, suspended pools. Ambidestruous pearls are a paste-croon to summer and the ingot bones through each double vision nipple. But in her belly's bull's-eye we have 'saturn' from whose flames all her bodypops flail. 'Enter at your own risk' domed on pudenda and then the anklet's bright idea, 'walk with me'. And on her toe a gypsum bow rivets the attention, bumps of 'this is where the touching ends, the place where you begin'.
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