Used wear minks,
Now she’s dressing from minging
Clothes banks. Gozzing up glowing mucous in a rank futuristic jacks
Sin’s interest exceeds its initial tax
No more dolling up, emptied her closets, sold every rack,
Every thread.
Burden heavy as a crownweighted head, her cracking back
Fit to break refusing to give, day after day.
Perspiration gaining red shades.
Alchemisland 
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