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2/20/09
each lesson is but a hand
clutching the saw that folds the flesh
cracking the cage to the sour soul.
a fragile gentle thing, enveloped in tears
pulled and tattered edges
torn fresh and raw, festering and bleeding
convulsing and withering.
force upon the mottled skin
a breaking furrow in the ivory white
a fervor run dry, to plumes of dust.
each lesson is but a hand
clutching the saw that folds the flesh
cracking the cage to the sour soul.
a fragile gentle thing, enveloped in tears
pulled and tattered edges
torn fresh and raw, festering and bleeding
convulsing and withering.
force upon the mottled skin
a breaking furrow in the ivory white
a fervor run dry, to plumes of dust.
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