She was a shadow of her former self. A shadow cast by moonlight, upon roses, in the dark, red and black, and she was loving. As she shrank, not from duty, she went pluralistic, she didn’t want to hog the limelight,especially as she was intent to starve herself, the very opposite of hog.
“She died of anorexia nervosa. She wasted away, beautifying herself fatally.”
Moonlit, death softly suffusing her loving life, soothing — taking away pain – taking away the silence of gain – seductively– leading into pain, a beautiful woman, perfect skin, hair, teeth, exposed to moonlight, as silver a spring to promote the flower, through purple bloom, then gone in an hour. Wasted away, Transfusion for reassuring erection resurrection. diffused. Moon burn, moon tan, her toes tingle, as if sprinkled in the best foods she’d have gorged. Sleep in heavenly peace.
“Don’t go, don’t go into death, don’t spoon with the moon, or bless, anorexistential your soul, as if slowly perfected torture. Your soul is a sun, causing seeds to germinate, feeling good.”
Dissolving, dissipating, transfixing, transcending,
Spam of Human Affection 
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