duress
under
my dress
it
was
never
diguised
it was her
hiding
behind
her
eyes

she lies
behind mine
these tunnels
for
corpses

we felt her
dead body here
breathing
go
on
now
take
your shame stick from mine ink
was it not time that blinded
who are we
to
think

i
am
not
an
poet
we are everything below it
that's where we seen
she slipped her
?














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