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Click hereShame looks like furs on her. Elegant and cruel. Poured love like porridge from the finally tapped vessel; it spills to this moment. Before the accident she described herself as one-dimensional and vapid. After the crime, the violation, she became like artificial light: inescapable but replaced often. She admires what is between your legs.
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but when I see 'em I always read. good to see you.
There's an allusion more to "Story of the Eye." Perhaps there's a taste of Severin but mostly Simone and Marcelle from Bataille's work.
"Shame looks like furs on her. Elegant and cruel."
"became like artificial light: inescapable but replaced often"