I wouldn't have you think less of me.
Call
the surgeons, cut me off wherever you
think
less of me. Those parts I cannot
slough, myself but
wild and amazing what
they do these days, if you just call
them in. And I
would have you think
no less of me
than all I am,
but
if you do,
then
I can see my way quite
clear, and
in, and
cleanly, off. And
with whatever help
I need, I'll take the help,
my flesh is soft.
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