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<code> emerging --mike woj I am hungry, but I'm not cold. I'm starving, but the suit keeps me warm. and the light hits me full in the face as I assume my new and dreadful form. kick an incubator open and like a flower in bloom sustenance, blessed sustenance oozing from the tomb I know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside. and in the ever present light and in my ever growing needs if a man should crest the ridge, he's going to have to watch me feed. but no one's ever gonna come and nobody's gonna know I will sail home again concealed among the upright walking men to know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside. </code>