Cross me out if I’m amiss.
Crossing is the same as killing.
Overdraw the Judas' kiss
with a petal left of peeling.
Crossing is like slashing face.
Crossing is like crucifying.
Outlined soul gets cut then paste.
Watch me out! A man is dying,
and your mind is clear, as pain.
Maybe, once the cross is vivid,
place your checkmark next to 'vain'.
Nothing's crossing mind, but livid
ashy-slushy-colored visage.
January 10, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
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