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Black poetry
Mysterious dark, death
Me you do not frighten
With your treacherous wrath

An enticing travesty
Contemplating whether I need you
Skin and bone, not I

To be, a wish but I am fuller
Meat and fat, fat, fat
No bones to see

But soon I hope
That will be me
Death, inches before you

Skin and bone, I seek
To be tack flat
A crowd will gather to see

Before, I have tried,
But I as weak as the next
Purging at the sight of me

Front, flat always is
But reach the bottom
Broader then the ocean sea

Control is a challenge
Gormandize like the horse
Once faint, and blue

Like her it will be my calling
The career I will pursue
I will perfect the act

The scars are there
More will be from hate
But you will never know

See them every day
I conceal them well
I began when I was 12

It was a game at first
I did it to feel a part
ABCDE

How can this addict
But it did me
My leg, my hand, my stomach twice

And the next you can still see
For time I last it out
How does it always catch me?

This time will need be
The last wretched attempt
For I will last it out

And forever me will be nothing more
Bone and skin, nothing more
Heaven open your door
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