An Encomium of Existence
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The stained remnants of my
Sins remain unwashed.
Red, still fresh, bleeding
Through the wounds of my soul.
Flesh-
My immortal self, seethes
In its sweltering stench;
Provoking the orgy of emotions:
Draining all of me.
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