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My dear, would you unmake me whole, reduce my flesh to keep my soul? Would rot and marrow serve your need, if love was hunger you must feed? My tingue laid dry inside your coat, my eyes in glass, our last love note. My teeth strung close to your throat, an old reminder of our oath. My bones reshaped to hold your light, a lamp to guard your endless night. My thight consumed with salted bread, my legs the feast that leaves you fed. My spine made stiff to bear your song, my hair drawn tight where bow belongs. My liver fed to waiting cats, my mind dissolved in wine and fats. My flesh ground fine, skin made thin, packed tight with blood and bread within. But keep my heart, do not consume, dry it clean of rot and gloom. Lay it where you sleep alone, scented wuth rose and lavender bone. So when dark begins to stir, You'll reach and find what once was me.
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Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
The Use of My Body
My dear, would you unmake me whole, reduce my flesh to keep my soul? Would rot and marrow serve your need, if love was hunger you must feed? My tingue laid dry inside your coat, my eyes in glass, our last love note. My teeth strung close to your throat, an old reminder of our oath. My bones reshaped to hold your light, a lamp to guard your endless night. My thight consumed with salted bread, my legs the feast that leaves you fed. My spine made stiff to bear your song, my hair drawn tight where bow belongs. My liver fed to waiting cats, my mind dissolved in wine and fats. My flesh ground fine, skin made thin, packed tight with blood and bread within. But keep my heart, do not consume, dry it clean of rot and gloom. Lay it where you sleep alone, scented wuth rose and lavender bone. So when dark begins to stir, You'll reach and find what once was me.
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Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
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