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His kiss went through her like a drawing pin pushed into a cork notice board didn’t.

The wedding ring was a safety pin restyled by a Tiger’s jaw

Her sewing looked like she used a nappy pin for speed.

His nails felt like horns from a beetle tickling her skin.

His embrace was as fierce as a moth’s eye looking at cashmere.

But not tested by human hand

Her nails shone like fake pearls in moonlight on the beach in Morecambe.