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the slanta building settling around memy figure female framed crookedlyin the thresholdof the roomdoor scraping floorboardswith every openingcarving a rough historyof bedroom scenesthe plot hard to followthe text obscuredin the fields of sheetsslowly gathering the stainsof seasons spent lying therered and brownlike leaves fallenthe colors of an eternal cyclefading with thewash cycleand the rinse cycleagain an unfamiliar smelllike my name misspelledor misspokena cycle brokenthe sound of them strongstalking talking about their preylike the way hammer meets nailpounding, they saypounding out the rhythms of attractionlike a woman was a drum like a body was a weaponlike there was something more they wantedthan the journeylike it was owed to themsteel toed they walkand I'm wondering why this fear of menmaybe it's because I'm hungryand like a baby I'm dependent on themto feed me
I am a work in progressdressed in the fabric of a world unfoldingoffering me intricte patterns of questionsrhythms that never come cleanand strengths that you still haven't seen
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