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Anorexic at NoonI met a man on the street Indeed quite a strange man to meet As I stood in his shadow, he said, “Miss it seems that you are not what you seem, That as your smile may gleam you’ve been torn at the seams, And that all you’ve known is now sour.” I bit at my lip and of my blood took a sip as he went on, “Miss it seems that as you wear red, something terrible, Awfully terrible, is growing in your head. And as you may shrink you may come to think, ‘Of only water I’ll drink’” I tap my feet in discomfort as he offered his comfort, AndAnorexic at Noon
by ~SaturnineSerpentine
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