• I am a widow and I need a man to carry me. I'm sweating desperation, but you're too dim to pick up on it. It's like I'm standing under the Pink Flamingo flashing, "I will settle down with the first one who swoons me". I am the queen of comparison, so I will fuck you on my floor, in my room, at the door. We'll stain the sheets or wave our flag, but I know we'll never have what I once had with him. Sweep me off my feet and we'll saute our skin on that dead boys bed. I want to feel you fuck me, because there isn't much to feel anymore. What if I told you that you have the most beautiful friends in the world. I don't think so. With the soul stolen, frame and magnet, on the fridge, my fucking canvas. That dead body does not exist.

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