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uboa - prole ana lyrics

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anxiety
is honest, sometimes
beautiful
however
it must be spent
perhaps donated

like blood
thickened with lithium
an earthquake in your hands
atonal, eternal

the tired woman manages
a stable, neurotic normal
a body bloated, fattened
a human foie gras
fed to god on a golden plate

we can define the modern
as when pills replace fate
the angels reap thеir fill
as we starve ourselvеs awake

under resplendent neon
a fridge full of rotted meat and fruit
feast like frederich’s last man
or like eden reversed in time
i am the worm
and gods’ womb is my apple
no more food at the stores
my friends are getting thin
no more help from the world
my friends are getting thinner and thinner
no more places to hide
nowhere left is

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