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For she has no face to express her soul with.

As holy as myself, these words of ink are the body and blood of language.

I tugged my flesh around and swapped my outsides for my insides.

Black hair fanned out over a gentle garden of red.

A collection of haikus written describing the settings of man's urban landscape.

I just bought something today.

Upon the quivering and putrid petals lay maggots.