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Jan 2015
Electronic *******
Like glitter stained blood
Bodies probed with bones
Yes bones filled with ***
You do not misunderstand
Those white strands
Burn the eyes and softens the skin
Underneath the crust it leaves
And I do believe tears do the same

Electronic stigmata
Like holy reboots
  Eve probed with hangers
Yes eve filled with empty masculegacy
Do you understand?
Those red stains
Filled with the unborn
The exalted it leaves
And I do believe Jesus did the same
If this offends you I'm sorry, it offends me too.
Lloyd van Schalkwyk
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