Anorexia

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The world drains of colour

Black mourning in my eyes

 

Too many times

I've stared death in the eye

So close

 

I could feel his cold

Stagnent breath on my cheeks

 

His skeletal fingers

Fingering my lank thinning hair

 

Ana

Ana he calls

I've come to pick your bones

 

Clean

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