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Rolls up her stockings and

     slips into her heels

slides a bullet over her lips

     and brushes her nails.

Her poetry is left-handed

     but her prose is right

Her time is not wasted sleeping

                                  at night.

Another desire. Another tease.

Seduction flowing through her

     with exquisite ease

With just a blindfold and cheap

handcuffs she constructs her

                                     release.

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Each prematurely rezipped dress

is a cheated wallet and a safe escape;

yet again her swindling of fate.