This is my one and only body I will get in this life, yet I punish it and kill it till it kills me. Bad Body = good old body!
Here's a poem and drawings of some body stuff..
my skeleton never liked me very much. it cracks in unusual places,
ribcage poking out of itsskin prison,
the frailty of it breaking beneath the musical
whispers of the wind through hollow spaces.  i see
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