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Jan 2015
She liked the way his ***
Gave her shiny, webbed fingers.
She liked to hold them up to the light
And watch the way they glistened.
A translucent filth.
She identified with this.
She aspired to be this ***** thing
That could be had,
Without being seen.

Most people swallowed her up.
But she wanted to be spit out.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
   Kyle Hughes, mvssbecvming and ---
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