collapse of grin a century ago i dont eat anymore i dont eat anymore the abortion clinic opened the day after you were born after you were born and we drift across acres of pine trees in hope and memory perfectly placed bones interlaced but youre deceased the scheme of skin un fresh sheets around me around me oh save me threadbare and cheap and burdened as an early ghost to a sullen womb screaming in love in a servants corridor and im not yet born and im not yet born
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