The Process
What I eat
Obviously, must come out.
How did my shame come about?
Your sense of sound and smell are my concern.
When on the thrown of elimination;
And home alone... there’s no hesitation.
I’m free from others sensation.
An interesting fact.
Copyright © Barbara Campbell | Year Posted 2015
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