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Factory Edge
When I tear fabric
It usually is not organic skin
Weaving surgically in a graft with plastic
Splice me the reality
Of flesh with the naked luster to entice drenches of pleasuring
Liposuction my insecurity though a vacuum tube
The scalpel gleams
Icey and filleting with thirst
Open me up in a drink
Published 30th May 2011
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30th May 2011 8:07pm
Feels like this has more to say than just the words (words being more a physical thing) and there is a lot more simmering underneath. The words are rich and thick ... Superbly written
30th May 2011 8:15pm
20th Jun 2012 3:23am
