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Mar 2014
I want to lie dead
on your stainless,
be subjected
to your handiwork,
feel the magic-touch
of your skilled hands.

So please proceed
Miss Specialist,
let yourself go,
saw my skull cap off
& open my head,
grab my grey matter,
weigh my brains,
stain your rubber gloves
with my blood!

Flood my steel bed
with my body fluids,
remove my eyes &
dissect my tongue,
split my rib cage open
and reach right in,
cut and rip,
slice and dice
all of my vital organs,
hold my heart aloft
& shout "victory"
my love!
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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