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Jun 2019
i thought it was over
the war over my skin
my body a battlefield
his desire to sin
men's hands are so greedy
his fingers soaked in me
his palms burn my body
his touch seeks all of me
but it's never enough
it's getting hard to be tough
im wounded from battle
tired of the fight
it's torture to be alive
in a state only to survive
i am sick of this
i thought it was over
all in the past
but war keeps resuming
he didn't even ask
Written by
Miles  21/Non-binary/Toronto
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