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Aug 2016
if i were to cut off
a piece of my flesh
or a finger
or even an ear
it would crawl
the way a slug crawls
to your house
slither into your bed
and sleep in your mouth.

i sit here and try to be still.
within minutes im a skeleton
in a wooden chair.
magnetisk-tisk
with my four fingered hand still  holding a knife, I've got the rest of my life, will you be my wife?
Written by
mike
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