I try to wear; I dress myself, with confidence,
I try to comport myself in a manner befitting...
I dress myself, but I keep falling over
Flesh is everybody's

That which makes a fridge, makes me
Molecules are insignificant, like breathing,
important as each other

I am still Douglas A. Grave in my mind,
Stalwart bore of the ages, digging his whole
mind up. Making it.

Flesh is everbody
Poor old Doug(s),
collective meat,
in collected earth

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