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Apr 2022
I am not sure
what you want
of me
anymore
so
let me leave all
of me
laid out
bare
naked
upon your very
finely tuned
expensive
Manhattan
polished floor
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
95
   Eshwara Prasad
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