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How long did you lie there? Crumpled like discarded waste Slowly decaying into ash, so Putrid not even the vultures dare feast. Did you wait with your body? Slowly seeping from soft flesh, Not yet ready to relinquish your grip, Little fleshy slugs coiling up; Their heads peaking sideways. Hands clasp, molding tissue. Clay so susceptible to indentations, Yet you had never recognized, How faulty these compressions are. How did you realize? Symmetrical bone understands What she never will One palm embraces another, Knows what hers cannot. Are we made to intertwine? When she found you, we waited. Placing those worms amongst the dirt, But you found no comfort. Maggots deliver messages But the larva is poor with snail mail. So let go. Time to understand has long passed.
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Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
Decay
How long did you lie there? Crumpled like discarded waste Slowly decaying into ash, so Putrid not even the vultures dare feast. Did you wait with your body? Slowly seeping from soft flesh, Not yet ready to relinquish your grip, Little fleshy slugs coiling up; Their heads peaking sideways. Hands clasp, molding tissue. Clay so susceptible to indentations, Yet you had never recognized, How faulty these compressions are. How did you realize? Symmetrical bone understands What she never will One palm embraces another, Knows what hers cannot. Are we made to intertwine? When she found you, we waited. Placing those worms amongst the dirt, But you found no comfort. Maggots deliver messages But the larva is poor with snail mail. So let go. Time to understand has long passed.
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Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
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