Collapse of grin
A century ago
I don't eat anymore
I don't eat anymore
The abortion clinic opened
The day after you were born
After you were born
And we drift across
Acres of pine trees
In hope and memory
Perfectly placed
Bones interlaced
But you're deceased
The scheme of skin
Un-fresh sheets
Around me
Around me
Oh, save me?
Threadbare and cheap and burdened
As an early ghost to a sullen womb
Screaming, in love, in a servant's corridor
And I'm not yet born
And I'm not yet born
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