
Short and to the point. And it's not formatted how I want. Waah.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 58 - Published: 10-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3064057
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Corners Cutting
Said the circle to the square,
"I think often that I might
kill myself." The cold
twist of whole in twain;
eye contact and a brutal handshake -
the edge razor
clipped his finger.
His blood spill clapped on the coarse concrete.
(long silent grapple!)
Said the body to the mind,
"Hello. I will not let go."
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