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she would sit naked
reading words of the worker
trying to save the world
from the corners of her mouth
most times i would hear only phrases
while i stared at her breasts
trying to navigate the shadows
between her legs
we fucked only once -
a night of excess,
too much wine,
too many drugs,
too much nietzche -
and never mentioned it again
since then
her nudity has become less appealing
and her words
my orgasm
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