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The Ninth Month

 

Several times
               per week
                        i find myself
                                thinking in terms
                                       of her not being dead.
Then, of a sudden,
                  the brain and heart
                                                eXplode,
                                                         leaving more
bloody shards, bits
                        , and pieces of "me'',
                                               left to feed the flies
                                                         and them big ugly
                                                                                 black birds
                                                              
to relish their clean'up duties
                   (of "business as usual")
                                     to their own self-satisfaction,
                                                    unconcerned as to where

                                     it all came from

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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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