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four and twentyShe split her lip on the couch as she fell,four and twenty
like a crow from a tree, with blood pouring from skin and pores and
her body limply hitting the wood panels of the floor.
The stereo played their favorite Smiths songs in the grass
as she curled up in his lap, like a kitten, like a cat. With a husky voice he said, "Go out for whiskey later, baby deer, okay?" It was all a blurry, lovely, sleepy, passion filled never ending night.
Her face turned up to his and her eyes cried out in pain
but her mouth stayed shut with
blood. She gurgled and spat and cried.
The p
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