Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote He eyed the salmon flesh Slow-spinning spheres that waltz the gut Fell still, Whispered drills, provocation Gulped, the organ; fled, the pulse Toward two flushing wrists He tore the iced and moistened death. Bare hands, repulsed and shaken Parting life, like dough. A seeping fluid pooled And met the maddened eye Of bleeding granite ------ The answer to EVERYTHING!!!:- The Cycle. Spread the word man!

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