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Sep 2023
I spent this morning
giving myself a beating
about my face
            my hair
            my body
pinching pices of fat
to find the one
that makes you not want me
then
I could take forbidden blades
and cut myself down
to the size
You wanted to feel inside
Your hands
to become the molded object
You would like to hold
again.
Pink Taylor
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Pink Taylor  31/F
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   Rob Rutledge
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