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she has a tattoo the next boy who sees her naked will see that ink on her skin and might wonder about the story behind it but i wonder if he’ll ask about the poems i whispered into her neck, where i used my teeth as a substitute for braille i wonder if he’ll recognize the lullabies i wrote on her back, one slow lazy letter at a time to put her to sleep in the cradle of my arms i wonder if he’ll realize that the road signs with which she directs him around her body were carved by me — my mark on her history i was the first cartographer of her skin redefining the borders of her preferences fine-turning the limits of her begging exploring until i had finished more than a thousand revisions of her topography i wonder if she remembers any of that after all
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC
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she has a tattoo the next boy who sees her naked will see that ink on her skin and might wonder about the story behind it but i wonder if he’ll ask about the poems i whispered into her neck, where i used my teeth as a substitute for braille i wonder if he’ll recognize the lullabies i wrote on her back, one slow lazy letter at a time to put her to sleep in the cradle of my arms i wonder if he’ll realize that the road signs with which she directs him around her body were carved by me — my mark on her history i was the first cartographer of her skin redefining the borders of her preferences fine-turning the limits of her begging exploring until i had finished more than a thousand revisions of her topography i wonder if she remembers any of that after all
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC
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