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Noir no more...

 
She was a short dame
even in her too high heels
and her eyes
wouldn't meet mine

but her perky
titties did;
they bored deep
into my soul

and transfixed
it to the ceiling-
not by the
chandelier

but by the dead
air in  the corner
where the smoke
don't stain.
Written by AnnaKissedMe
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