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The Revenant
Something I have mourned for
with all my heart.
Something I have eviscerated and disposed of, neatly.
The sight of him pinches at me
and I surrender as my elastic skin does,
without combat,
pressing against his warm, accustomed fingers.
I cannot look him in the eye,
when we speak and drink.
I think it too cruel and too honest.
with all my heart.
Something I have eviscerated and disposed of, neatly.
The sight of him pinches at me
and I surrender as my elastic skin does,
without combat,
pressing against his warm, accustomed fingers.
I cannot look him in the eye,
when we speak and drink.
I think it too cruel and too honest.
Published 1st Jun 2014
| Edited 2nd Jun 2014
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