Strawman Fallacy — This Heimlich's a Favour lyrics

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The narration of her eyes is composed of half-truths.
The smell of sufocation; the caress of plastic on her lips.
(A vulgar taste.)
A story told through the haze of exhaustion.
Fascia -- mascara.
Inside her throat: the obstacle of friction.
An obstruction -- an abstraction.
This perilous means meant for indulgence.
Senses -- suckling inhale, dispensing full void of unwillful response.
She’ll call again.
An innate understanding within this membranous mirage.