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Jul 2013
twisting, turning
piercing through ripe pulsating flesh
entangling, intertwining, in and out           
expanding with each inward breath
changing, transforming
as it leaves us
attaching itself to something outside us
waiting, anticipating
for the second piercing of our flesh

do not fear it
now that you understand it
my friend

after all

it is only oxygen
Lupo De Inimicus
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Lupo De Inimicus
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