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Published: 2010-07-29 23:05:44 +0000 UTC; Views: 126; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 4
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the words have a grit of their ownlike small pebbles in the oil
of sleazy conversation,
oh there is a slip between us
oh there is a delicate rasp
where i sharpen my favorite teeth.
a comma
is a weapon,
punctuation
with tongue.
all my fantastic power
can only focus on a moment
where all else is unnecessary
and the live human is complete
and the animal push is proof
and something sings within me
flinging tears to my eyes
in the empty echo here
i find loneliness a cop-out;
i am hardly incapable and
time will pass in time.
