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it is my hunger, my way
if i could shed every inch of dirty skin, I would
be a small pink pearl of new, baby flesh
ready, ready to be eaten alive and flayed
by the dark world surrounding

this clam snaps shut in the cold waters, tide rising
i am a molecule, i shiver
it isn’t that i wish to be alone,
i just wish not to be invaded

keep my face alive in you,
make a necklace of my life labors,
my pearls adorning your sallow skin
like bones, a violent trophy

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