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What remains beyond the climax...?
The enticing rise, the disappointing fall,
no more crimson skies, the sacrifice of
inhibitions lost.
A falling market, stain between once
solicitous thighs, now but a vague
remembrance of cries consumed with
denial...
impatient, violent pulsation, no longer
compliant but decrepit...so keen an
observer of disarray.
One engulfed by infatuation...another,
missing in action, to what extent had
lain there...
frozen...
Note: Fictional piece dealing with the detriment of being used.
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