October 11, 2010
I'm sitting in my studio
Slicing, dicing, chopping.  
Humming a pleasant tune. 

I'm seeing on your face
Crying, suffering, regretting. 
Feeling for all of them. 

I'm laughing at your heart
Toiling, twisting, failing. 
Forgetting all but nothing. 

I'm looking at your eyes
Weeping, staring, penetrating. 
Leaving nothing behind. 

I'm wrapping you in packages
Perfect, solid, sure. 
Remorse is now your own. 

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