The courtship curled up on her face like wine

The oasis of tyranny fermented on her brain

The duvet rattled as the morning’s blue light took hold on the walls

All leaves shimmered and her ligaments dissolved

She was writhing, writhing sexless

Why was it so hard to get a good fuck in town?

Why was it so hard to get a good cup of coffee that didn’t taste like ass?

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