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I sew my wrist double stitch with slow
I pickle my liver with wine even though
I try my best to rise upon the depression in tow
Whilst the clock seems to tick each hour more slow. 
I search for a vein with a microscopic lens to milk
I create daily cocktails in units-where not a drop is spilt
Though no matter how much i feed I've never had my fill 
So the lifestyle I lead I find I'm never still. 
I have a network of veins from head to toe
Yet I've found my veins lately are running low
I can't seem to find them no matter how much I scavenge and search
I wonder if anyone else has this problem on earth. 


  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Very realistic-virtually disturbing🦋🦋🦋

    Nov 28, 2019

  • Rachel Louise Kenny

    Rachel Louise Kenny


    Dec 11, 2019

  • Sky 667

    Sky 667

    Great Wonderfulness

    Dec 12, 2019

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