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the pleasure of a medium-rare steakA Story by zoophagousThere she was: skinned and broiled and baked. Everything I'd loved in humans. Everything I'd loved in children, but that had often seemed absent in ad.. |
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It doesn't matter if you've forgotten her or notA Poem by zoophagousShe is dead and has been for years. There are no pictures of her inyourhouse any longer. But I canseeher decomposing in everythingshedid .. |
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like f*****g Jean-Paul SartreA Poem by zoophagousBig old f-word coming up -the horror! I'm in a very sarcastic mood. |
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I am thinking of burning children;A Poem by zoophagousTitles aren't my forte (which, by chance, means 'by chance' in Latin) |
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THE POSSIBLE LIMITS ARE ENDLESSA Poem by zoophagousvomit vomit vomit |
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To give a beginning to the endA Story by zoophagousGod knows how long it's been. But when they analyze the rot on her belly button, the scientists will know. |
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"Journey's end in lover's meeting" (-Twelth Night,..A Story by zoophagousTitle not mine. Obviously. WARNING: SWEAR WORD Just a short piece about absolutely nothing. Wrote it in half an hour, because I felt like writing som.. |
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trainA Poem by zoophagousAbout on a train to see someone fantastic |
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ramblings about Dali and hairA Poem by zoophagousOne-shot ranting about someone, and the only vaguely romantic poem I have ever based on an actual person I knew. It isn't about love, but the fear of .. |
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The ThamesA Poem by zoophagousNot about war or death. I was just sitting by The Thames a while ago and there was a military helicopter flying over, and it looked beautiful. |
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