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She likes to eat nectar- ines. In the kitchen, on a bloated summer day. Hair tied back and plastered to the crown of her forehead.   Fingers lazily drumming out some country song on the  kitchen counter. She lets the pools of sweet, stinging nectar and saliva linger on her fingers and pierce her tear ducts. Her mama used to tell her to eat   like a lady. Starched fingers, and dry mouth. But you just can't  be a lady when you're playing God.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Kitchen
She likes to eat nectar- ines. In the kitchen, on a bloated summer day. Hair tied back and plastered to the crown of her forehead.   Fingers lazily drumming out some country song on the  kitchen counter. She lets the pools of sweet, stinging nectar and saliva linger on her fingers and pierce her tear ducts. Her mama used to tell her to eat   like a lady. Starched fingers, and dry mouth. But you just can't  be a lady when you're playing God.
kenna-mcc
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
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