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Venous and I

She made me
Write! Damn You! Write!
As if poetry pages
laced through my veins;
Flutters of slashes.

Her memory fades.
I slumber along in a piece
defying your face.
There are traces of you in me;
I taste this razor blade.

She reincarnated
Into me, back, again, away;
Our poetry is lazy
when life and death heat
Blood and Humours boil.

See you. A round, my friend.

- Simon Huggins, 27th February 2006