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Allure of Disorder by Velveteen



Naked bodies of anorexic contortionists
Jutting ribcages spear fragile paper flesh
Purple-blue highways of giving/taking streams
Shine through windows of transparent skin


Dancing skeletons of vacant eyes and stomachs
Every perfect bone perfectly bare for all
In disdain of fleshy self-packaging masks
Filled with empty nothings, maybe you can fly.


Absolute freedom persecuted disease, disorder
Force-fed back into the bodily prison of meat
Unwillingly anchored to the heavy hefty world
Why couldn't they let you be happy and pretty?




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