If you pry apart your mouth wide enough, you can see me crying.
I’m small, microscopic, warm to the touch,
Containing multitudes, not misunderstood but not desiring to be loved.
Do you, too, transcribe limbs for science?
If you pry apart your mouth wide enough, you can see me crying.
I’m small, microscopic, warm to the touch,
Containing multitudes, not misunderstood but not desiring to be loved.
Do you, too, transcribe limbs for science?
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