her touch
was the morning sun
on hiroshima
awash
with radioactive afterglow
she is my
post nuclear eve
splitting adam
into isotopical decay
my every
cellular break down
a dropped call
a missed mixed message
contextually sent
undeliverable
beyond her comprehensive disinterest
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
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indeed
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Jeez, where does this come from. Awesome!!!
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i have no idea. glad you enjoyed it though.
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