SurgeryA Poem by cyrus glancesong of seperationI am my own surgen I consult with myself about the pain and problem I see the proceedure is a heartectomy
I sharpen and sterilize the knife I check the anatomy I do a heart history and admit myself to me
It is time to cut It is time to bleed It is time to lie quiet and cry and wish I could die © 2010 cyrus glance |
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