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Frail Vessel





How well i have fed, the swamps of my lungs,
Full of smoke and oil, disease and puns.

Look at my vessel, how much I've lost weight,
What a sorrowful looking physical state.

But take a look inside the frail vessel and see,
A maze of what was, what is and what will be.

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