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Nov 2011
In your depths
Between tissue,
And bone.
An ache of none other,
Red-rimmed unknown.

In your depths
Each blood cell that you do obtain
Ravages
It's caging vein.

A corridor of your heart
Itches.
The only way to rid yourself of it
Is to dissect your whole.
And rip apart your flesh,
And tear apart your soul.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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   K Balachandran
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