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Anatomical Parts


She is skin and bones.

Nighttime is now her most genial friend.
She feeds on dreams:
this is the drill.
She goes on for hours,
with an empty stomach
and always with a heavy heart,
she floats away...
She scavenges for thrills
and she haunts with will.

She is still the same.

Her skin is devoid of sunlight
and frailty overcomes her bearing.
Her palms are pale.
And her bones are prominent.
Sleek, slender collar bones:
she finds them sensual.
But everything is nonsensical.
She remains still.

She stays the same.

Her structure,
her integument,
her long lost unison...
soon to be retrieved,
soon to be revived.

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Anatomical Parts


She is skin and bones.

Nighttime is now her most genial friend.
She feeds on dreams:
this is the drill.
She goes on for hours,
with an empty stomach
and always with a heavy heart,
she floats away...
She scavenges for thrills
and she haunts with will.

She is still the same.

Her skin is devoid of sunlight
and frailty overcomes her bearing.
Her palms are pale.
And her bones are prominent.
Sleek, slender collar bones:
she finds them sensual.
But everything is nonsensical.
She remains still.

She stays the same.

Her structure,
her integument,
her long lost unison...
soon to be retrieved,
soon to be revived.

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