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May 2015
I want to escape
My body is a weight
I'd wish to plunge into the sea.
All this salt inside my wounds
still,
I cannot be unanchored to you
"Nothing purifies
     a body like mine," you say.
I dream of ships
crashed upon the rocks
where they lay my body soft --
against the tattered sails,
Do you lust for me now?
You ****** these broken limbs
like a ****** hound
biting at my heels
was I good for just one meal?
chased out in the road
where girls like us go
to say goodnight
to what we owe
for a body that is
not our own.
Emily L
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Emily L  Cassiopeia
(Cassiopeia)   
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   Camron Elliott
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