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 Displacement pains jerk on her joints, since he peaced out.      
And her life gapes in the wake.      
A stomach flu purging provisions, she coasts on nausea waves.      
Cold sweating carries too, anemic wobbles.      
She's not the sort of woman to deprive herself.      
Nor, one on which frailty befits.      
So unlike ladies blessed with bird shoulders, where bra straps hintingly slip;      
Hers broadly, boldly, bare all manner of bullshit.      
And her freckled baltic skin doesn't gracefully abide pallor.      
Heartbreak hit when he stole away Egyptian sheets,    
Solacing, soothing, sensual spectators...    
To the other woman's.      
Along with her appetite.      
The current conditions carve out the curving of her collar bones,      
And when the queasiness heaves - she lurches.      
Over a sink where bits of his beard hair still cling.      
Written by AtoMikbomb
Published | Edited 19th Sep 2017
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