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Splitting open their heads,

I eat men like holy bread.

My ravenous hands

Locked in someone else’s chest,

Scouring for salvation

From a childhood starvation.

But all I’ve ever found

Are bloody guts and bones,

That leave a taste in my heart

As bitter as giving up.

Daddy, I’m done looking for you

In every man’s shoe.

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