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Dec 2012
eat
i can’t cook.
i look at the pots
the pans
the silverware
and they stand guarded, fearing the water
the butter
each other.

they love their life of luxury
untainted bodies
parts that will never feel pain
nor wear and tear.

they want me to remain like this forever:
hungry
hols
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