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Waistband
hugs little
indents in
the hips in
its full
circumference

Temporary
permanence:
the ridges
mirrored
elastic strands
in fat flesh in
flat flesh in
trapped flesh
the rest in
arrest even
when it rests
 Dec 2014 lost in my mind
Sjr1000
You open
the
fortune cookie
and
there is
nothing
inside
At a lowest lowest time this actually happened, proving once again there is no fiction greater than truth

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