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Go without, 'Til the need seeps in, You're low anymore, Collect your novel petals for the stem, And glow, Glow, Melt and flow, Eviscerate your fragile frame, And spill it out in the ragged floor, A thousand different versions of yourself, And if the old guard still offend, They got nothing left on which you depend, So enlist every ounce, Of your ...