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The girl with the clothes hanger limbs
and hard, emaciated, haunting face
trips languidly down alabaster slopes
dressed in chiffon and gossamer threads.
A lightning pure flashflashflash bleaches features
already the shade of phantoms and
the dark socket depths of haunted eyes
are ablaze with a shimmer of flash bulbs.
Angular shoulder blades...
Friday 12th July 2013 11:36 pm

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