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May 2021
testing which betrayals you’re lonely enough to forgive
sniffing out fresh wounds to salt
checking for cracks in the armour they helped to construct.
You’d stand naked if they had it their way,
each inch of skin just meat for seasoning
you're just fuel for an ego that constantly seeks naivety to plough through.
Amelia Vandergast
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Amelia Vandergast  30/F/Manchester, UK
(30/F/Manchester, UK)   
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