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Quietly, I
quietly, quietly sat a lie
arms outstretched
palms staked to the fierce eye
observing within
as, first, flesh mottles
closer still to see without
while blister
vermilion doubts
one apiece of each
seized mortal engine
dripped of framed wax
placed in a filleted whole
gas pored
for a hungry earth
this is all I wish today
let each word die in a dusty throat
a melt th...
Tuesday 7th May 2013 11:56 pm
Nada
nobody nor nothing is real
absolute, yes,
for you are never truly gone
just no longer assembled
in the correct order of atoms
to make any further sense of
your ordeals
so they can’t be real
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:16 am
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