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<Golden Boy>
working with a surgical knife, she cuts through my heart with avid persistence.
she navigates the blade through the intricate cavities of the left ventrical.
her hand remains steady. just lay me to rest because i'm not sure how
much more of this i can take.
<Frank Buck>
oh, woe woe woe is man, for woman is his surgeon,
forever performing
open-heart surgey on the good, the kind, the ugly.
<Golden Boy>
surgeon she is, although sweet lips of youth veil her identity. forever
trapped am i, to wander aimlessly in the avenues of her darkened soul,
for she has many loves not one, far be it for me to realize. my eyes
glazed over with the sweet smell of her caress, softly it speaks to
me, ever present. tear me away from this roomless labyrinth, so that
i may see the light of night. much needed is a camping trip to the mountains.
fly away like a bird, i must leave her web behind.
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