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Our Eyes Are Locked in Embrace


by brian warfield


I want my severed hands
To caress your severed breasts
Cut off and placed together
In a brown paper bag
In the trunk of a car
Being driven far away
Leaving us here
Next to each other
Without hands or breasts
Staring into each other's eye sockets
Where our eyes once were
Now in that man's stomach
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