oh this concrete bunker you call a world
already has cracks in the foundation
you think you're forever...
well...you may be...but not your body...
not the sausage skin of guts and bones
ambulatory as a collapsing sack of potatoes
that tumbles into the cracks of your latest mistake
while the floor gives way...and you discover gravity....
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