.That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles
Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic
Echoing in hollow fruit are orders sent with love to you
To serve a will more shallow still than paramecium
Iâll bet your hands are beautiful
Iâm sure your he.
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