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I am counting twelve pairs of ribs lining the perimeters of my torso Boney Me Asthenia fingers Wasted knees and knuckles Pricking the hard chords on my chest-guitar Misery eyes -- Dashing around in dustbin sockets My head like a raisin with skull-shaped framing ****** inward Looking at the dead animals guilting me Looking at the withering plants begging for water Evil food. Attracted to the mirror I know only this Only what I see -- And I see a sow. Lost in this possibly regrettable movement Towards Skeletons Boney Me Looking at the evil food I tell it that I hate it and that it will never be me I tell it I want to be like the flossy ones on magazines Thin to skinny to boney Boney me smoking an e-cig I defeat the evil foods tonight Surviving on primal back-up spirits Surviving for the hope of closeness Maybe I can waste away all this skin And finally see my own heart.
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
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I am counting twelve pairs of ribs lining the perimeters of my torso Boney Me Asthenia fingers Wasted knees and knuckles Pricking the hard chords on my chest-guitar Misery eyes -- Dashing around in dustbin sockets My head like a raisin with skull-shaped framing ****** inward Looking at the dead animals guilting me Looking at the withering plants begging for water Evil food. Attracted to the mirror I know only this Only what I see -- And I see a sow. Lost in this possibly regrettable movement Towards Skeletons Boney Me Looking at the evil food I tell it that I hate it and that it will never be me I tell it I want to be like the flossy ones on magazines Thin to skinny to boney Boney me smoking an e-cig I defeat the evil foods tonight Surviving on primal back-up spirits Surviving for the hope of closeness Maybe I can waste away all this skin And finally see my own heart.
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
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