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Armed
Narcissus stared at the art work
before selecting a martial sleeve.
A fusion of Japanese gangster
and Polynesian tribal.
Hand function was straightforward.
Ranging from tea ceremony
to stone crusher,
crocodile wrestler
was the choice.
She thought her bank authorisation
into the machine
and dropped her old arm
in the recycling tray.
...
Wednesday 30th June 2010 11:08 am
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