Her beauty transcended her being. Yes.
Her being transcended her beauty. Yes.
She showed me her pussy and I perished.
I was revived in the ER. Perhaps.
The nurse smiled. I perished again. Perhaps.
The physician questioned: Is he cherished?
Anthi Kanéna is arriving soon.
His wife? No! His life. His world. Her blue moon.
He does not have much time. It is counted.
One. Two. One. Two. He has no soul mounted.
She has his soul. She keeps it in her heart.
I never heard of anything like that.
It is a question of a part in art.
You do not believe that. His pulse is flat.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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