Anorexia

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It used to be outdoors,

now someone brought it inside.

Dying slowly without freedom,

welting and thin,

the stringiness is a bad sign.

Slowly getting darker or lighter,

than it should be.

Contained where it does not want to be.

Starving itself,

but if you let it go,

it will die alone.

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