Withering away
You're about twenty pounds now-
Hunger for salt and pickles
Nothing substantial.
You eat and eat
But it does no good
Since you always get the runs.
Starved
the hunger is whining
And the stomach is moaning
Your skeleton and skin
Have become obnoxious
You really over did
it.
Birth sign: Gemini
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