Happy

i op shopped around for my old skin
they said they sold it to make shoes, shoes worn for champagne
traced it back a year when i cut it open into shreds for me to wear like an ink blotch
happier, this is a Happy story
cloned out of a hospital bed, memories back inside a book of doll houses, remember me less

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