Two but one.

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Taste what you think is real. Deliver what you mistake for the truth, and caress imperfection.

Submitted: May 07, 2007

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Fingerprints resting among the purest piece
of flesh.  Indulging within the taste of youth.
Innocence has never felt so real, until this
bite.  Warmth envelops my soul as I tatter
her reflection.  Now she’ll know how much
pain is worth.  I’ll grip until there’s nothing more.

My body circles, spinning quicker at each turn.
If she only knew, how much fun everything can
be.  An image, gasping, writhing, blurred from my
vision.  I am eclipsing, sailing away from my own
misconceptions.  The room empties into anxiety.  

Lifeless and poignant she’s left.  I can feel the
ground still moving beneath me, I’m sure she
can feel it too.  A monster in a new form, but
only a demon unseen.  Torture is now evident
to psychotic recovery.  My hands extend, grasp-
ing onto her arm.  Her body twisted into mine,
evaporating my senses.  Simply a new infection.


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