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I want to dissolve on the outskirts of the world,
And I will tie the string to escape the other side.
Crowds of people praying on the body,
Using her as a host. A public, pregnant ceremony.
Preyed on and eyed,
You open the glass case of my gazing perfection.
Abandon the elders and run for the road.
I will light my body on fire before you get too close.
They trace the lines on my face;
Facing, I sit at the very edge of the bed.
Look at yourself in the mirror,
And try to remember who you really are.
Orbital puffiness; honey bee pollen;
I put my face on. I put my face back on.

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