Sep 2020
she paints
fingers as
needles
penetrating
points
her lips
can’t reach
she knows
where I
buried my
true self
but she
keeps it
to herself
and her
paintings
of me
fingers as
needles
penetrating
points
her lips
can’t reach
she knows
where I
buried my
true self
but she
keeps it
to herself
and her
paintings
of me
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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