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those girls luxuriating in [my] random line of sight, in whose graceless motions [i] can feel
[my] own reflected. [we] are each other’s restlessness come to focus in each briefly
breathed, half-ambiguous gambit, each briefly proffered aureole of fleshtight underwear,
shadowed cleavage, taut thighs, posed crotch, until, unpinned from a rictus of half-articulate
demand, [we] flick towards [our] hissing ellipses, dissolve and dissolve and dissolve... [our] changeable
screen-names migrate through afterimaged-silhouettes: some [you] who might have wished more, some [i] who might have said yes.