Two flesh, seamless
black pitch, silk in tangles
sound and motion, stark emotion
make way: behold the actors
the play without audience
lines impromptu, scenery set
repetitive death, embrace
long cold and perfect.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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This one scrambled my brain trying to unravel it. A fun read
Really enjoyed reading it
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