2 methylphondriate
A glass of H20
A handful of almonds
And she's read to go
Relapse?
That's silly
She never got better
She's vegetarian now
You can't make her eat
What might have meat
"It's murder!" she exclaims
As she eats her meal
Of salad and hunger
Which is all
Because bones are much better
More pretty, she thinks
But perfect is perfect
And she'll never be it
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Skinny
PoetryOnce upon a time I stayed up a little too late and poured my feelings into poems.