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Ductility

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WillSchenck

Published: Jan 12, 2011

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i'm just a fucking anvil

stand still
i'm dropping,

there's no stopping,
when an anvil
made from flesh and bone

is falling from the edge
of
_"together"

to the ground below
_"alone"

_{(and upon the ground we find
a new obsession, newly shined
i'm an anvil made from tempered steel.
i'm inanimate,
henceforth,
i will never feel.)}

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totallyahmazing

Jan 17, 2011

I sometimes wonder how you never fail to create brilliance. Truly fantastic rythm, and as always, prodding a familiar tender spot. Your work is as lovely as ever.

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