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Aug 2011
With savage hunger I dive, I lie
My life too hard to fake, I break
Lines on my arms, tell of tears I cry.

Deaths plague the earth for which I stand
A cardiomorphic design implanted on my side
With savage hunger I dive… I lie.

Sewing needles to mend my broken heart
Tear skin, create sin
Lines on my arms, tell of tears I cry.

Life too violent, for infant like skin
My body, infected with ill desires
With savage hunger I dive…. I lie.

Like an addict, I’m driven to sin
Over and over again
Lines on my arms, tell of tears I cry.

Until, my lifeless flesh departs my brittled bones
Shall I meet my only desire…
With savage hunger I dive…. I lie…
Lines on my arms, tell of tears I cry.
Michaela Roach
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