Junk

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With mirrors cracked and ugly
The beast within unveils.
Thirsting for a cup of sympathy
Tears falling from the sky.

If ever my greed upsets
My stomach growls in anger.
And anger whencesoever it had emerged
Returns to sleepy hollow.

Underachieving flaws
Like the failings of ones skin.
Drunk on silky pillows
My stomach forever yearns.

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