By kevin urenda
Date: 4 November 1999
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That
there
is my verse
dried words of my blood
candied slices of my
heart
on formerly pristine
virgin paper
you just wadded up
and threw in the corner
like some infectious
waste to you
to be
ignored
abhorred
unforgiven
11.04.99
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