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My skin wrinkles and stretches. It burns and creaks as the world breathes onto me.   I disgust those like you.   I writhe on my belly and flop on the ground.   I am lost and weak.  
The night drags on. It pulls itself from nowhere till dawn. And we all snuggle in our beds, eight hours to make it through our jobs. Girls leach off the men, and the men abuse the woman.
On a small sunshine covered leaf A little white egg rests, Listening to the words of the wind And waiting to begin earth’s tests.
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