three stages of separation>>three stages of separationA man drips irony on me,bone-white daggers exposed as hesmiles, leers over me,hand touching mine.A bird arches its wings,blood red like a heart layed bareon the operating table, flickering greyat the edges.I raise tears, tender and growing,starting small as sandand blossoming onto the groundwhere leaves rattle over pavement.
poor guy...lol
oh and good drawing....
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