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I found beauty in a convenience store
Hidden in a corner, passed out on a shelf
Totally subdued by volatile substances
Exposing flesh
I instantly recognized the bar code
Tattooed on the back of her neck
The price was right
So I tried to put her in my shopping cart
There was not enough room for her
And she just wouldn’t wake up
Maybe screaming would have made her move
But the store policy implied absolute silence
I started poking her and pulling on her hair
The surveillance cameras caught me
And a salesman arrived, to inform me
That no tampering with the goods was allowed
I abandoned her and quickly left the store
Utterly ashamed and alone
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