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Haunt

Make me an offer, they shoot pretty girls, don’t they? Leave haunting to me. Advertisements

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Edie

Too many small hours pimped out to wraiths on parade– Heart, in real time, breaks.

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Spool

Quartered and dissected in a recursive plunge, she, the candy striped It girl, fell from overexposed grace into a fractious spool of lost prints unclaimed.

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