Arsenic

He had stardust in his eyes, and even now, they twinkled under the moon’s light. His soft parts firmed and stoked her passions. She wondered if she could ever love the garlicky scent arising through his dried, undecayed skin. Her only regret was the telltale Mees’ lines upon his nails.

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