when she wakes up it is her clock that sings. rough feet touch rough wood soft hands touch soft skin. i am still in my skin. i am still warm. he likes me warm. yes he does. she whispers. white teeth touch white mint touch white brush. pretty eyes touch pretty face. (across to the mirror.) i am pretty, i guess. she believes.
…you have no idea.
she dwells alone. in an apartment such that is paid by mother. she cannot live with mother. she loves mother. mother loves she. yet she cannot live with mother. for reasons whatever they shall be.
soft hands touch cotton touch soft skin. rough feet touch flats touch rough wood. pretty eyes touch pretty face. (and makeup.)
is today the part? the part i where i fall in love?
…fall for me.
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can intensity fix this pandemonium?
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