i can feel the weight
of my flesh hanging
off of me. i am sick
of bloat. i hunger for
hunger, a disgusting
nostalgia for days of
colorless lips and
hair out in clumps
and shivering in the
summertime.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
i can feel the weight
of my flesh hanging
off of me. i am sick
of bloat. i hunger for
hunger, a disgusting
nostalgia for days of
colorless lips and
hair out in clumps
and shivering in the
summertime.
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