Drip, drip, dripping down my throat

  It burns softly, gently

  Always careful not to scar

  Churning in my stomach

  Coursing through my veins

  I feel it pulsing away

  Everpresent, barely there

  Background noise to the background noise

  Reshaping me slowly, softly, gently

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  Bending and twisting but taking care not to break

  I could never ask for a better designer

  I don't look the same, but I recognize myself

  Don't feel the same, but comfortably familiar

  Content to sink down into the cushions and let it happen

  Dozing off as I'm rewritten

  When I awake, maybe I won't be recognizable anymore

  Maybe I don't mind

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