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Oct 2012
She found bruises,
bruises she didn’t remember getting.

She gave herself a pinch
for
each
one.

This body was borrowed
This body was going to be returned

(This body wasn’t hers.)
(That body wasn’t hers. It was never hers.)
(This body wasn’t hers. Hers would never.)
(Hers would never?)

She found bruises,
scratches,
shadows of kisses pressed.

She gave herself a pinch
for
each
one.
Shazi L
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Shazi L
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