Shift
I CAN'T FIND COMFORT
IN THESE SKIN AND BONES
MYSELF IS LOST
TO ME
A FOREIGN BODY
A PALE VISAGE
A SLIP OF A GIRL
DISAPPEARED
INTO THE NIGHT
DARK AND SULLEN
MY MELANCOLY BABY
YOU'VE SLIPPED MY GRASP.
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