my perfect woman - a work in regress.

a droid to decadence and dickheadedness
free of finery, faultless of thought
peeved by binary, wontless of wart
learned of the largest lessons
dancing in damnation, dressed in death
furnished with the harshest lesions,
distanced by the deepened, darkened depths
of love.

(oh, & big tits)

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