Saturday, February 4, 2017

Imperfection Comments

Rating: 4.0

For image breaking
I exile myself
for one half-god
to lick my scars.
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Satish Verma
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Lantz Pierre 10 February 2017

You passed through security at the airport terminal with an air of impassivity, never looking back. The air swallowed you. The breezes were made by turbines whirring and laden with carbon. Nothing about it felt organic. The carbon was inert, could not combine.

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