Lady Fingers

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Her nails were peeling 
my skin 
into layers 
of deep inhibition. 
She flavored herself 
in an era of prohibition. 
It make no different 
of my decision. 
Her eyes were wafer delicious. 
Her eyes were pens, 
marked previsions. 

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