From the spoken word album Puissance -1 by Big-Hired Assassin
exiled from your garden
the man left gently
imagining
a new place
and wondering
if this was the last time
he would think of you
or you, of him
he was a virgin
innocent and pure
now, half empty and dead
he knows he is no longer
a part of you
the umbilical cord
was severed years ago
and the afterbirth
put an end to the truce
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