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Apr 2016
why couldn't you make a clean break
a clean cut
just below the joint

why did you have to go
behind my back
and pull
and pull

and pull until limb
was ripped from socket
clinging to body only
by bits of sinew and tissue

and then
as the amputee accepts her fate
you took the rotting appositeness
and attempt to reattach it

which you and I know
will disease
the whole being

well maybe
you're trying
to **** me
Nox
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Nox  NorCal
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