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Dec 2016
Have you ever felt your identity shrink?
It comes and goes
Like a thief in the night

Withering away each time
Another one removes your shirt, your pants
"Shh don't stop"
It is you in this room
Alone

He is stripping you bare
He tells you you're good with your mouth
They all do
But they never listen to you speak
Shayla Ahrns
Written by
Shayla Ahrns  Bellingham
(Bellingham)   
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