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she used to sleep. now she just sometimes forgets she's awake.

she spreads her legs to let them enter her time machine. confident in the location of the instruments. no machine is worthwhile until it can be persuaded to do what you want.

there are cautions. in the colors of flesh. the apple hardly the last of her temptations.

there are monsters that no longer frighten. Though they remain every bit a threat.

the window in her throat. confess loudly. the years her lips have yet to tell.