by
Virginia J. Pasalo, UrBai
If you
cut me
will I die?
My limbs
will grow
in your mind
till they rupture
the thick skull
that imprisons
your brain
and you
will be
unable to piece
together
the broken shards
of your own
prison
In this new
taste of freedom
you
will
make
me
live.
16 May 2014 1:44 p.m.
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