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sometimes i feel like my body's rusted over
dust is seeping into my lungs and i
can't breathe without you
and
my bed is covered in cobwebs
i can't sleep without you
i would shut myself in for days at a time
if i couldn't see your face
i would shut myself in
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| your lips are caustic
your body, corrosive
eating away at my anxiety
you are destructive
(in the best way possible)
deconstructing inches of my imperfection
lover
mine;
i could never love another
fuller
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| i need to trust every inch of
you
your serpentine tongue
your roaming hands
i want to trust
your impossibilities
and the way
you turn
your head
the way
you roll
your eyes
instead
but
if i pay for
everything else
is it worth it
your domestication |
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| filth
jars my mouth shut
and opens it
today i feel like ripping my jaw off
hinge by rotting tooth
like taking a needle
to
where you kissed
and
sewing your sentiments inside
i can’t keep this up
quiet mouthed
tight lipped
agony
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| i've never had a body to myself;
i've been alone
and by myself
but
never owned my body
wholly
i've been possessed
have possessed, been filled
completed
have needed, used
consumed
been taken
but have not owned
(any) body
fully
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