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gradually settle into alcohol
eyes bursting wide and rotting
the stench turning to passion
...
many-eyed and no-legged
you wait
to greet
so tasteless
and dry-sweet
...
your soft skin melts
me
into alcoholic hazes
...
so vexing, you are
too pale to see
too clear to taste
...
so vexing,
you changeling
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