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My flesh crawls, and my blood flows As I attempt to turn to marble True stasis Homeostasis Oh to maintain beauty to be gawked by muses And to never have been alive, merely beings of retired faith But unsurprisingly, just as pointless I sigh… I may parish in mind and finally body But marble will diminish slowly ****** All while watched and attemptedly preserved I breathe. Homeostasis
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Homeostasis
My flesh crawls, and my blood flows As I attempt to turn to marble True stasis Homeostasis Oh to maintain beauty to be gawked by muses And to never have been alive, merely beings of retired faith But unsurprisingly, just as pointless I sigh… I may parish in mind and finally body But marble will diminish slowly ****** All while watched and attemptedly preserved I breathe. Homeostasis
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
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