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Jan 2015
You can claim
That you were unaware
Of the disaster your body would create
Because mouths say what brains think
And hands touch what hearts want
And sometimes you feel like
You're being controlled
not by your soul
But by a group of ruthless
limbs and organs
That could be exchanged
when you die anyways.
Emma Amme
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Emma Amme
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