Dissertation(Re-creation)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A blind stab in the dark at surrealism.

Submitted: September 14, 2009

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The disseminating seeds of a dying, dark tree
Birds that choke and end on these
 
I hold you close to my dead heart
Where once a theatre could impart
 
And kiss you hard, our tongues entwine
If love was hate, you would be mine
 
Now move inside my deathly death
And fuck me while I breathe your breath 
 
Our souls congeal and soon arrest
(We don’t have souls, I must contest)
 
Resign my own fair name for yours:
We are one and we are none
Coldly. 


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