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Dec 2020
Your arm twists around me
Like a rope holding me down
Your hands take my wrists
And in your sheets I drown
Your lips are on my chest
Leaving me stained purple and red
Your body holds me close
I'm stuck in your prison bed
A poem every day
4/9/20
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
(17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store)   
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