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The Flood
With a rope as an ornament about the neck the debased dancer leaves a scaffold splintered by use.
A short drop cuts the quickened inhalation of a perversion expressed.
Unfolded from the ends of his spine his body blushing like a rose in bloom.
Sun-stroke muscles straining, reaching, further for the emetic thrust.
Starry visions of his body made into a glittering pulp that pulses and floods itself with a warm and slippery froth.
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