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Over Her

There is a sickness beneath the surface
vital signs can no longer be detected
deprived of a pulse throughout the limbs
identify the body as a corps
No longer living and yet still lifeless as ever
empty veins are filling up with apathy
To occupy the spaces underneath
This absence of emotion steals the conversation

22 Jun 06

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