I caught a case of curiosity
and, digging,
unearthed a chasm.
Scars
are grooves on a record:
run your finger along an edge
and they surrender their story.
Hers were harvested
like culling from a cadaver.
Protests
were discarded
easily as a hunter
sheds offal from a ****
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
I caught a case of curiosity
and, digging,
unearthed a chasm.
Scars
are grooves on a record:
run your finger along an edge
and they surrender their story.
Hers were harvested
like culling from a cadaver.
Protests
were discarded
easily as a hunter
sheds offal from a ****
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