Eurydice What would he say if he could see me like this: stinking of nicotine, sitting in the dark across from the fucker with fat fingers who’s never seen anything like me before.   Would he kiss me Or tell me to brush my teeth?   Nowadays I can drink a carafe of wine and…

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