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What do you
know of desire,
that you would sacrifice yourself
so utterly on its knee
What has you huddled
in a corner
talking to emotions you never
knew existed
breaking yourself on tiny stings of flesh
What,
child,
do you propose to tell me about
i have lived through a hundred thousand
tonight?
You for whom death
is a big-budget movie
or, at most,
a fashionable outfit
You whose body has never betrayed you
now look at me with eyelid shine
that melts into
the scowl you will wear
for the rest of your life
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