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Natasha Simons
oh, these tiny wars
we fight within ourselves.
original?
no.
these things you think are unique
are just things I took from you.
you threw them away in
an ecstasy of not needing them,
of feeling so full of thoughts,
and I sucked them in; I sucked you in.
and you think I’m original
because in my words you recognize something of yourself.
I have embraced the miasma of your charm
you are safely the same.
I like the strange fascination of blond chest hair.
I especially like the way you wrap those hands around my forearms
and push them over my head.
oh, this little war
I fight
so that when you light me up
my X-ray will stay dark.
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