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Home coming (alone)
Rainbow confetti was stuck in the grooves of my scales. Wet clothes left on the floor of a steamy bathroom. Gasping and moaning into tile. Who's face was a handsome stranger. Because this meat shouldn't go to waste. And I'm drunken with desperation. For overflowing foam, jewels, and shiny hooks. But I'm just another fish in the sea. Tumbling in the waves with my rainbow confetti scales.


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