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(no title) the desert came, (she wasted little time while showing up for the day-begin) still waxing wet between the ears, little left from last week's love... and drain awhile, (so's that the poison could leave, leave, leave today) (two-days) or that one's sex can remain on the other for *years...* and left branded even with the scent or the nail-trail mark; even i dared not follow or conceal the footprints taken there, (they all seemed to know rightly, to that effect!) |
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the word in *'s should be italicized
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