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O, Fantasma
Stringent slap a swirling swig
To the fleshy glottal stop
Flat champagne to kill
The cum in my throat
From a man I do not know
But who thinks he knows me
A bit too well
A demon
Beady blacks pummeling
The calcium ultrasonic
Psychic waves to disarm
The skull
To eat
The brain
A ghost;
To give him the signal
He wants
I imagine he is some strange
Feral man
Raping me in the woods
My boudoir but a forest
With walls
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