The change...

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My bones all break,

One by one,

As I turn into,

A different someone,

First my arms,

Then my legs,

My feet and then my ribcage next,

For a moment my heart ceases to be,

And I feel like I'm not at all really me,

Then pops my brain,

With a sharp burst of pain,

But when it's done,

I shall run,

With a howl at the moon...

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