Friday, 2 October 2009

A Chance Encounter






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When I met you first it was on the dissecting table. You, glarish behind the mask - me naked on the table. Your scalpel slit me, spilling red flowers. Now interred within the earth I think of you, of other bodies that you had, because bodies rot but memories never do.

4 comments:

  1. ok, wow...
    that is all...
    just, wow...

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  2. Yes. WOW. Very intriguing indeed.

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  3. wow this is amazing...slightly eerie but in a good way.
    :)

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