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Indirect Martyr
I am at absolute zero
And
You are my beating heart,
Slowly growing white.
I am dead or dying
I don't know,
You decide.
There is a blank book
On that shelf,
Waiting to masticate the lies between thin black lines,
But it needs my right hand as a host
Because the relationship between the writer and the poem
Is the purest example of parasitism.
4//5/11
And
You are my beating heart,
Slowly growing white.
I am dead or dying
I don't know,
You decide.
There is a blank book
On that shelf,
Waiting to masticate the lies between thin black lines,
But it needs my right hand as a host
Because the relationship between the writer and the poem
Is the purest example of parasitism.
4//5/11
Published 9th Apr 2011
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