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Casey Wade

The night teeters helplessly on the edge of lunacy. Subdued by an outlandish moon. A glowing sphere hung haphazardly in the depths of forbidden black lust. The asphalt, oily and slick in its desire, stretching out like a cruel mistress. A whip and an evil smile. I'm her slave, she my Venus in furs. Her perfume- gasoline, her kiss a car accident, her love- a million miles away from here.