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Jun 2014
We all own other people.
In parts.
We cut out the things we want with words and wear the pieces as badges
Blood dripping sashes.
Words are knives and we ask for the cuts people may deign to give us
We want to be owned in those parts so we can own them in turn.
I wonder what pieces
I've let people take from me?
Written by
K  23/Non-binary/Colorado
       Musfiq us shaleheen, SPT and ---
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