Thursday, October 06, 2011

Embedded

The sex accomplice's
labyrinths, leprosy of lies
his intimacy of technique
his innoculation of anger

his reason is a mirror's body
there is never a void of words
always the cruelty of sounds
he has captured in his mouth

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