EnvellopedA Poem by Brett Campaignethe first time i licked the coloured envellop open it had no taste. Now, hundreds of licks later when my tongue touches the sight sticky adhesive the flavour is strong with the gravity of iron the dark nuance accompanying the taste of human blood conductive substance, laced with that battery acid sensation this taste is not in the envellop but in me remembering I am to become envelloped. © 2008 Brett CampaigneReviews
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6 Reviews Added on May 24, 2008 AuthorBrett CampaigneHalifax, CanadaAboutDiffusion When it's crowded in here thats when i like to go outside more..Writing
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