Twenty Years Without Death

Eating hidden flesh,

Hurling until the blood rises to the skin.

Your mistake has cost you two days and two hundred pounds,

Its cost me twenty years without death.

Hidden amoncst beans and roots,

The screen commits a thousand sins.

Your mistake draws tears past the surface, and out,

My twenty years without death.

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