Remains of Affection
saw-tooth'd i stood therethe smell not yet
to be reincarnated for
the receptors of my mind.
the sight of rotten flesh.
cheekbone and breast.
rose cutted memoir
shred by the blades of
that machine.
shred in pieces of red.
eyes to heavy to wear.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2008-02-28 at 14:25
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