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My reflection has grown beyond the frame of my looking glass As my fingers cannot breach my belt, I cannot see my shoes
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A gluttonous appetite run amuck,
greedily devouring all that falls under the wanton gaze. |
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Morsels of desire cling to the lip, as I wipe away the residue that seeps down my stubbled chin |
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Quietly I savor the fallen blood
that bubbles from the bitten lip and taste the of salt and tears enmeshed. |
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The insatiable appetite for attention now stains the cloth that enshrouds me |
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Enthralled by the bloated shape
in the mirror, I pass into
a sunset of bloody rage. |