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An aptly fitting costume,
And a clean work desk;
Maybe her lips are a sell off
For the freak she is.

All four of them!

A hand; a remarkable irony,
Navigating under her clean desk,
As she closes her eyes
To distract evil thoughts.

One devil is insistent!

A clergy of the local church;
Walks in cuffing something in hand.
Bites her lips as he bites the other pair;
Her dexterity deserves a patent.

Shakes her head to reset!