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Nov 2014
i cant split apart these organs
i'll keep the pulses
muffled inside.
cut the circulation
to this sensory layer
of existential
skin
and i'll feel with fire
instead of
blood.
body
instead of
mind.
fingers instead
of souls
Cadence Musick
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Cadence Musick
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   Sjr1000, Erenn and JWolfeB
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