whose flesh is this?
it's clinging to my bones,
but that can't be right.
excuse me, i can't dismiss
this shady patchwork sewn
in a skin too tight.
so dissect me, if you will;
watch my borrowed insides spill and stain.
i can hold the body still -
we can map the meat from mountain to vein.
i'm as lost as you are here.
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