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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005

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Interminably Consternation

I sliced myself this morn
As the blood of the gods
Smashed against the windows
Smiling as the flow pulsed
Still living off this mordant flesh
The talon which cut
Scrawled on the parchment
This arid flesh

Blinking
I awake
A bloody taste in my mouth
A single tear on my cheek
It was just a dream

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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