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Aug 2020
creak creak
i want to be made out of metal
creak creak
i want to know how it feels
i drink water and hope to rust away
but i don't even itch
creak creak
cause i'm made out of meat
i hate my flesh, my skin an blood
my bones and my guts
i want them all to be gone
creak creak
and be replaced with
cables and wires and screens
cause my body's so weak
creak creak
i scratch my cheeks until they screech
"creak creak" is the sound my metal body makes when i move
Iiell
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