Sunday, June 11, 2017
I took it personally
Every time they shot a man, they shot you, and put a hole in my chest. They choked me, beat me, burned me, hurt me. My body, in pain, desperate for yours, to soothe, to hold, to heal. But your body, elsewhere, seeking refuge in another, painless.
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