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Seeds. . .
And it was just like
that
moments when I became nothing
breathing in the rancid exhales as
sweet perfume
The true useless ness of his existence birthed fear
~ in me..
hard knuckled, twisted tongue he..
And it was then that I began to live
hours atop fingertips and knees
beating heart beneath the erotic drum-like pounding of my skin
The truth in the lies disguised miserably,
carved denial
~ onto me..
god-like perfection, yet, not really, he..
And it was then that I decided to break
years crumbling to dust
reassembling as a bitter intention and loving enmity
The truth of violence reconstructing my veins
burned away his hope
~ around me..
subject of my new day, my new prey, me....
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that
moments when I became nothing
breathing in the rancid exhales as
sweet perfume
The true useless ness of his existence birthed fear
~ in me..
hard knuckled, twisted tongue he..
And it was then that I began to live
hours atop fingertips and knees
beating heart beneath the erotic drum-like pounding of my skin
The truth in the lies disguised miserably,
carved denial
~ onto me..
god-like perfection, yet, not really, he..
And it was then that I decided to break
years crumbling to dust
reassembling as a bitter intention and loving enmity
The truth of violence reconstructing my veins
burned away his hope
~ around me..
subject of my new day, my new prey, me....
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Published 3rd Feb 2011
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