Friday, January 4, 2008

Handle With Care

Twist.
Turn.

Bite into me.
Wash away the pain.
Watch it trickle.
Down and away.

Slice.
Prick.

Do what you will.
These are the ones.
We love the most.
Forever and a day.

Repeat.
Draw.
The edge is finite
There is no tomorrow.
Now is here.
Fixed on this sensation.

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