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old number poetry [ ]
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2012-04-10
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what you see
is not an
abstract painting,
but my blood
spitted and spread
into the sink.
this is not
anatomy
nor physiology
this is the science
of
pure nightmare
boiled and distilled
in deep of hell.
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