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She wears her skin like a satin robe,
light on her shoulders, a soft cover
that falls off at a moment’s notice.
She breaks through it, like a sprouting seed,
bursting through the heavy, rain-drowned dirt
and shadows seep through her pores like insidious parasites.
Moonlight soaks her true skin, a desert drought,
eagerly sipping at the pulsing celestial energy.
Who is this beast? this creature of the dark? The town howls,
hysterical at the silhouette of the devil pacing
upon the woodland hills.
Not for a moment did they suspect
that the haunting brute was a part-time waitress at Tom’s Diner, a radiator of smiling sunbeams.
She is the girl who slips off her skin under the goddess moon
and ravenously claws at the night.

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