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Thursday, December 2, 2010

crumbling constancy

Scissorhands. Scissormouth .

I am maimed inside & out.

Oh in your instantaneous irritation,

You’ve dealt a death blow.

I stagger from this forcefulness

Momentary asphyxia

And my carefully-construed constancy shatters

Into infinitesimal fragments.

I have nothing to say.

You have rendered me mute by your impulsive brutality.

My lifeless ego dismembered further

By a memory

Of a momentary, infidelity.

Finally, you have devastatingly hurt me.

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