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Indigestion
I can remember being okay Strange that it seems so long ago My suffering guts are wrenching apart I feel myself ebbing slowly to sickness Soon I'll be inside out Which is okay for a donut But not for its consumer Whose belly rumbles in protest At being so far away from his love
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