An evocative body poem, as Meher describes it, exclusively for Different Truths.
I live at the mercy of a liver that dictates what I can eat what I can’t drink even determines the colour of my skin. Have a field day, fiend! Force me to see with a jaundiced eye. The trouble is, I need your cooperation to survive. But by obeying I can shrink you back to size.
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