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Mar 2015
i see the way they look at the Rest Of You
versus the way they look at me, or Us,
the league of Others
with scaling peeling skin and
sweating glands
red bumps and scars and
curves in all the Wrong places
stretch marks expose me I Am A Tree that has been cut open
every line marks an experience like a ring on wood
I sip my beer and mimic plump lips on a **** locking eyes with yours but you look away because I take up too much space and
I am too visible for you to handle
tiniestseed
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