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She slithers, her body smooth to the hand.
Quick tickling flicks of her fork and The gentle blink of her eye put me to rest. She whispers sensually, incomprehensively. I allow her to caress my shoulder as She repositions herself around me The beauty of her skin worth More to me than danger. I relax my guard. Fool. Fate strikes my throat, The razor edge of the fork Cleaning up any spills as her Daggers pierce my ignorance. The venomous hiss echoes in my ears Causing the bells to ring too late. She sucks on my impurity, restocking Deceit. Twinkling stars have been replaced With a ghoulish glow and a seductive shimmer. Once the deed is done she leaves, The flesh wound all that I feel. I’m dying alone.
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