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My flesh is wasted to the bone.
Scribe 06 5mo
Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
My flesh is wasted to the bone.
Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
Your ribs look like fine ivory, and honestly, the sight of you makes my own stomach growl with a desperate, sharp ache.
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