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the vivisectionist comes to call when I am separated from you his palsied incautious hands removing the hours from my body one at a time dragging his dull rusted scalpel across my psyche in his leaden deliberate pace whistling tunelessly monotonously in my ear he will have no truck with anesthetic I am bathed in the sanguine gore of his butchery which others mistake for sadness
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
Abscission
the vivisectionist comes to call when I am separated from you his palsied incautious hands removing the hours from my body one at a time dragging his dull rusted scalpel across my psyche in his leaden deliberate pace whistling tunelessly monotonously in my ear he will have no truck with anesthetic I am bathed in the sanguine gore of his butchery which others mistake for sadness
abscission - the act of cutting off
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
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