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Sagging her shrivelled skin and flagging breasts,  she wrestles to embrace my glacial face in a slug's hug, while I struggle to flick the fingers of her clasping grasp on my shoulders, heaving to retrieve their freedom. Speedily spun into dream fabric, the gleam of unsightly nightmare sears my fearful vision with derision, cackled in a haridan's hard features, replete with decaying teeth and slime on the tongue. Her spongy cunt spews gooey spiders, which slide side-step on galloping hairy legs, to peg my palpitating heart to the floor in a nauseous pool, convulsing in shudders of revulsion.      Beneath me lies a skeleton that's mute,      with flesh disrobed from ribs like rotten fruit.