Unwilling flesh

A flesh that made goosebumps
Is unwilling player of transience.
Flesh hardly cares about dying.
Clearly it is lying through teeth.

Flesh watches television of flesh
About goings on inside its bones
And laughs in faintly moving lips,
A biting sarcasm hid in corners.

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