Poem -
I was not always this thin
Another layer peeled off my skin
The sight does not escape my gaze
Strapped to the table, in a daze
As the blade leaves my chin
Like a sheet of paper
It glides off the knife
The floor piles with each slice
Unnoticed by my dead neighbour
I was not always this thin
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