a poet
sent me this comment:
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Why did you bite me
For three minutes?
And then you went away
In a second?
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Everything is American
Flesh and skin,
Her softness,
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mirrors
stretch along the walls and the ceiling,
the purple is only a reflection
that takes me to the sharp edges
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We always
Have a choice.
Choices
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If you accept my wilderness,
I accept yours.
Even though,
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