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Oct 2015
i envision putrid fruits entangled in delight
i see their flesh oozing with heat and age
in a hand,
tanned and soft.
i see brown eyes alight.
i see nothing that is reality-
just my fears obscured in a non sense phrase
but it IS real.
the pain in my sternum,
my anger.
i hear words echoed in my memory,
i smell the unmistakable scent of a man.
SHRIIIKKKK!- i unsheathe my long sword.
Written by
Laura  in the mountains
(in the mountains)   
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