i loved it when she shaved her head. the eclat her new look demanded made my ears ring and my palms burn. her peignoir made my heart ring and my loins burn. one is amazed how caitiff in one's thought and action one may become.
the ruby red of her love laced with disgust and malice. i've become an abhorrence through space and time alike. if only she knew me when i was my mother's progeny, nature's lover and lover's nature, when i knew how to spell my name and the composite of my face was born of innocence i pleaded guilty to.
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