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tip the scales
and show me color yet again
flood my lungs with fire
and ignite my bones to flames

because it is so cold here alone
in this bed
my bones and i
as we work to starve the remains
of my vessel
from the surfaces

you look at me now
yet you do not know
the lengths i will go
to satisfy

my aspirations of being the
prettiest
smallest
least
girl in the room

i hope i will starve
until i am enough
for you

—body type , body type

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