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ghost
Poems
Jan 2021
latets supper
Hunger gnaws
as my stomach eats
its lining and air;
I swallow water and weigh my bones,
sculpt a smile, color my hair.
Starved till cadaverous ~
I fade each day, a silent scream;
a message that fails to deliver.
Written by
ghost
16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)
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