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Sunday, October 09, 2005

tru(c)e

he did not
............careen and the blue lobed or cross won't help
carve her from marble
................ (you) she walked the verges until she bled
he had blood on his hands
............................the marks stood up as do poppies
gathering his clothes a storm
............................her bruises pressed against the w
precipitation beads the wainscoting
.................................indow like antipasti and extra,
but cut escape into her into her flesh
...................................extra virgin olive oil in a jar
their heads salved to a pulpy formality
.........................................................petals spot-
followed her arse beat caudal molecules
..........................................calcinated by her tears
almost to vanishing point until he
.................................she took grass by the clump (it
could no longer stand smooth
........................................was the only salve imagin
and sliced the scene in tw
.............................................able available) falling
o with one heft her
...............................................as only she was able
threads bare and heft her with one
........................................break framesing scissoring
menstrualled bare as he was able
.................................t/he precious protected species
a lick-patch a(s)he was
.........................a rosepath behind her her eyes thorns
strewn as
........he could do none without her and when the rain
fell it
.....despite any prevailing conditions scars roads signs
fell
..misleading only so far as they would go each wall
...an edge
true

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