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Oct 2018
i dress myself.
in the silent breath
between
your
words.

everything.
fits
here

everything.
i pretendΒ Β 
i never was

everything.
you are prepared to
give me

reduced to
this.

i dress myself
slowly.

as if the light from your silence
reflected on my
naked skin
don't bother me.
Written by
Jay  Sweden
(Sweden)   
449
   julie
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