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Self Swallows Self
I feel my teeth divide my bones
Maybe I'm severed, probably free
And all the while bleeding
At least my vision swims
My mouth's run red and porous
But now I'm not so hungry
I can sit a sorry while
To wait for limbs to grow
When I'm bitten, all I'm tasting
Like rust to old mechanics
Who seek it to dispose of it
Like normal men with purpose
Indulgences or sicknesses
My need to swallow my and me
But stomach swells in passing seconds
My meal is never gone.
