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To cage you in the hollow of my hand
to intake all of your juices to soothe your seas the rhythm of your thrilling chest to nourish your flowers your dreams I’d give away my mortal skin I’d walk bare-footed open-wounded on the plain field of your fears I’d battle all your inner demons and all the men they’re meant to be a scar a complement unuseful a mere corpse on top of you I beg you when you look at me remark my structure that’s undone ( Despiteful body, go! Begone! ) and see thorugh me deep down and clear all of the images I fear expose to you expose myself and think of yours, think of yourself and then once more just look at me and tell me: what is that you see? A female body? Or a male’s? A sexual object? There’re no scales To measure all that I could give If only you’d know to receive... ... but the borderline is never crossed is never spoken illusions are meant to be broken.
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