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I could see it on her face
Religion carved into the half moon
of her profile
All of gods
judgment  
in the hollows of her eyes
Cruel sadomasochistic saints
painted on her pursed lips

Neither her graceful ***
nor those unearthly ****
could ever persuade me to
relinquish my oh so mortal self
again

So I ran away
really ******* fast

— The End —