Clipside of the pinkeye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of pock-marked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe
These lyrics speak to me somehow.
Almost 2005 now. I won't be eating anything else this year. Just water for
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