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I see them but I don’t hear them, 
I feel them but I don’t penetrate them.
They say that I am the main character in the show
 And I make their heart glow, my spirit is soaring
but my body needs feeding, and  my nutrition is getting low
Every day they make money off me but they never patronize me
My appetite is boiling over in the fireside but I am still enjoying the ride with a painful bliss hanging by my side
The restaurants are closed and the woodpeckers are digging
at my door they are spreading dust in the air and knocking on the pudding pans with a message folded up in their long pointed beaks
They pass by me to and fro with mean looks on their faces
Hurling stones at me with destiny trapped underneath their broken trees
Dried cracked lips and torn up fingernails, and center bones sticking
from my flesh, their handmade gown hanging from the 
empty throne reminds me that the clown has moved out of the town. reality is sinking in and my body frame is very thin anorexia nervosa is setting in. I did not plan it but my body has slowly transitioned to it no hostess and no resources. My arms are still strong and my courage is bolder then than ten men gallivanting in the lower den with a strong fleet rising up to the heavens. I see them but I don’t hear them, I feel them but I don’t penetrate them. The morning has just come alive and the people are browsing around without a solid frown, they are still amazed with the sun as it drains the energy from their head and penetrate the living dead. Things are slowly coming around and the message is circulating around, mesmerizing the entire town and the normal is squeezing out the abnormal. Obese men and women walking in the street with protruded stomach and healthy guts look around without much fuss. They have gain excessive weight in the middle of stressful gate. Their mind is in several different places and they are trying to stay in the races.
 The wind is standing still and there is nothing in the flour mill but suddenly the dark clouds start shifting from side to side and the skies greeted me with an awesome smile. I see them but I don’t hear them. I feel them but I don’t penetrate them.
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