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Saturday, July 9, 2022

Men who have laid on my chest

The human ribcage

The place where my breasts lay 

I am in agony 

Too many men that did not love me

Have slept, soundly

In that sacred place

And naive me,

Believing 

My heart existing right there,

On top

Infinitely and unknowing


Underneath

Underneath

Underneath 

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