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Fresh

Each morning i wake fresh
With a new unwrapped body
Breathing, living
Memories yet to arrive
By 12 my body's seems to remember
why it is so incomplete

Ripped, handsome, tall, funny
not enough to see your flesh
Dinner time rolls around
and I've been decaying
Memories of what was once there
Spoil my pristine corpse

What gets me by is knowing
tomorrow I will be fresh
Written by mikhail
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