Her Body Bent awkwardly
As he fell in love with her scrawny legs
And hopelessly wanted to kiss
Every freckle that covered her arms
Her glazed eyes shifted and shifted to escape his
She held out her hand and as money fell into it
So did his own hand, tight and desperate.
He reached for her rough skin
That had willingly leaped into his arms the night before
But that worn-down hand
Was already pulling away
Before he could even remember her name.
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