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For, “Them”


Whose voice is it, that shrieks with joy?

Promises of pleasure

Caresses

I become, in turn, both girl and boy

A hand that heals, like fleshy glue

Honeysuckle

Kisses stained with human dew

My soul of wood splinters blood and love

My iron heart dissolves

The drought has ended

I am understood

 

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