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Dec 2017
Perfect
Sometimes I watch
The bones
Under
The skin
Strange,
Intoxicating
They don’t feel like my own
They seem wrong
This isn’t my body

But when
They move so
Fluidly
Under his skin
They seem

His,
Whole,
Perfect
Written by
EMD
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