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Feb 2016
Her eyes were yellow love
when she walked away.
Her pearl skin, thousand count;
so taut, smother ***** pound --
the steps beyond thought process
sullen, floundering less and less...

And when she becomes real again,
the hollowness, whatevered wan.
Broken, broken: he loves you
without any soul.
Joshua Haines
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Joshua Haines  24/M/In an agent's pocket.
(24/M/In an agent's pocket.)   
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