Suntan of Love

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Girls day,

baconface,

tits out,

hair hat, bleaching under the sun up on the tower's roof.

Shimmy, do the mashed potato, shining, laying out,

beating giggles from each cheek at the floating geese below-

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a curl pushing lovelock onlooker spots her,

sweet in his brow, sweat in his tunic, a lily on his brooch,

got his meat hard, cock for breakfast, alarm

clock,

wake up, Ashleigh.

He aims his arrows and releases;

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That's one! That's two! That's three!

Bullseye.

He's killed her three songbirds for to

pluck bare, and eat up,

as an appetizer to the main event,

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hurricane stew for her

nerve,

boots and bandaids and dirt dragged along and ladled from rivers of

downpour

for her nerve,

lightening to the turret

for her rattling little nerve,

her silly little shaky hands- next time;

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