stomach, i hate you
hate like the kind you couldn't know
for somthing that wasn't attached to you
you haunt me now,
like a fear in my bowls, my depths,
my inter most part,
so much more real than that over done heart,
the bile, the miasma
and other forgotten causes,
i wish them real so i would have another excuse for the way i feel,
some reason to go to the
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