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The pen I use;
                       The blade you used to decapitate me.
You complete me;
                             the noose around my neck.
My hand shall never rise;

                                        euthanasia
Three ribs to make up enough of you for when I meet you again in the next lifetimes.

◄ amalga(in)me

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Katleho Morajane

Tue 28th Jun 2016 21:12

Simple, as the concept of the title should be. The text manifests the title, and the title is the blueprint for the text.

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