If I could see
What is inside me
I would die of horror
The shape of the spine
The entrails serpentine
The heart that drains
The blood in veins
The skeletal bones
The skull with neurons
This nauseating sight
Would give me a fright
By some divine decree
I can only see
The world outside me
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