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surgery 01
May 22, 2007, 5:42 am
Filed under: poem

to always approach lowful and longfully
countdown alive let me tend to the warmth
tender shiver love without love
in the severing oh love

and in the abrasion of feeling
from true to false rib

one idea to resort
of choosing personal blades
removal of ribs
separate the source

tell me you want to cut me up
remove me from me
the sky is the syringe
a cloud is a vaccine

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