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She layed there and inhaled silence, like something out of a Chagall painting...flowingly majestic, but still and ill formed. Almost perfect.

Tiredly, she reached for a cigarette and placed a finger inside herself then threw the cigarette to the floor and grasped onto her pillow as she shut her eyes and thought of being felt and deeply understood and gotten on a level far beyond the pleasure of human touch.

EV

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