blur

Even when her life was full of stale and musty tragedy, there were moments of great beauty. True, she often broke up the liveliest of parties with her belligerent mouth and a frightful string of saliva down her pretty chin, but once things went pale white and gossamer in her noisy head, she could be lovely. Sometimes she got so carried away that nothing pleased her more than to pinch warm, taut flesh between her thin fingers. She loved them all. Especially when the angular lines of their bodies blurred, right before everything went dark.

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"... all my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures."

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