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Night Terrors (Free verse) by princesszoe

Depths of persuasion Unfathomed cruelty Spiralling Out of control The first cut Not the deepest Each slice Another layer Of humanity Stripped to the stench of raw bone

<~> 4-Aug-03/6:28 PM
but raw bone does not stink, after the first cut. a few days in the sun, or hours in august, and yes, it will. but not so quickly as you would metaphor-ize, here.




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