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32 Years Old and Cold

Sitting there with Rosie Palms. Heard a tape recently of when only nineteen; the likes in my speech gone but still just obscene . night while you watch. An alien breed taking in primal needs; the static image forms, ungulate; depraved ream. Re-played the scene; of re-playing me ; Me and space Rosie addicted to skin. No longer adolescent but developmentally delayed? mindful but ignoring the aliens backstory;splayed. She was young like me but now she's old and sad. A corporate pimp took her future and reduced it to a broken loop. . Now that's all left for to make protein soup..

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