Sitting here on the cold table
in a borrowed gown
that opens in the front
waiting to be scraped
crushed
violated in the name of
Due Diligence
praying to the god
Early Detection
that I don’t go out
like you did
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Sitting here on the cold table
in a borrowed gown
that opens in the front
waiting to be scraped
crushed
violated in the name of
Due Diligence
praying to the god
Early Detection
that I don’t go out
like you did