Slow rhythmic sounds of a jarring window fan move harmonicly with the steps of the heeled legged by the hour meat package
Trails of circular dented floor boards leave only taciturn sounds to lost mind numbing heart beats
Sweat reproduces itself constantly clinging to cheap sheets and stinging locked frantic eyes
Sun descending to roaring cars and hungry flesh eaters as if a green light for vessels to obtain there destination the flesh tangles itself
The friction of flesh smashing itself together moves like a ship against the tides of a emotional and violent sea storm
No more air to gasp the flesh lays upon itself with only secretions of its own being and its sour sweat.
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