.Atrophy
Torn muscles hang from the line
Sun-dried, now it's time for the feast
And i wait in line with plate in hand
But you've eaten all there is
And my bones weep
I was never meant to...or maybe i was...
Never meant to...or maybe i was...never meant to
Head rag.
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