Marquise (10/31)
In the corner table her legs are resting she is raising tonic
Gin smells of moth balls and the table is sticky
She's smoking or would be if she did and her tits look great
The corner is dark enough you can't tell how old she is and she can't either
It's late someone needs to go home with her
Her torso is leaning and her head is watching the room cycle
Her fingers slide over glass but think skin on skin
The air clings and waits a moment before separating
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