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By Stephen Date: 2001 Oct 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.22.07.59.30660]] |
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under perfect smiles a cavity forms beneath white majesty the perfect secludes torn from compost composite destruction the bracer-tight illusion conspires against me a shot ringing out too late to catch pieces of my scalp fallen, exposed my insides eyes in the back of my head blinded by sandstorms of lead wicked grins as blurred conception calls aimed up at perfect reflection falls to see my raptured self splashed and leaken "I want no more see me down don't leave me now" still as waiting waiting still spy up, a guardian-angel who only gives smiles empty unholy gestures penetrating me like curious children "can it be without feeling" a mid-term ecstasy drowning empathy from the lips of a vacant mouth smiling down at me |