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Sickle Cell Bulimia

I was in a hurry To weight only forty Had no time for a drawn out diet So decided I would try it Bought a sickle Carved off my flesh It didn't tickle, But the blood was fresh Got on the scale, With my dying breath Couldn't read the weight Too much blood And it was now too late I probably weighted but twenty A skeleton was I Exceeded my desired weight loss But for this I had to die.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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