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dissected [poem]

it makes my stomach twist to see you like this
so open and exposed across the page
desire dissected and labeled
piece by piece
I never did master the art of the scalpel or the stitch
couldn’t take you apart for study
without damaging everything inside of you
with these two trembling hands


bookdragon, poet, witch

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