all this food and all this water.
it's more than enough to feed me for another year.
i bathe in sugar and scrub with salt,
sail over the high seas,
and the lows,
to catch that flu and final spice
that pierces me through my tongue,
so deep that i can feel it at the ends of my hair.
i breathe winter and i breathe fall,
and when that's gone, i'll press you up against my wall,
your fingers will bleed, but my body will numb,
but i'll still feel your weight over me.
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