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Copyright © 2009 Rachael Harvey
The swallowing euphoric moment
living is the man of my Reaper.
Spinning, weaving the tale of two crypts.
seeking rhythm within biological matter.
Layed out through time in a different world.
Lost and gone in the hands of my murderer,
"thus my heart weepeth for thee"
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