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A congregation of females

In a steady march

Roaming between glass rooms, pillars, and columns

Each one passes with a dry swallow

Clicking as the slide changes

While another one comes into view

Twisting and turning and brushing against you

Leaving a scent of rotten sweetness

That trails

Leaving a ventricular cacophony of heels

Which echoes your heartbeat

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