| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse i was stitched lips and a flightless raven heart-all sex and a contorting spine;his own lips engraving 'kiss me's' on empty stars.& between you and me: i feared his teeth,& tongue, & honest organs-with skin that begged, 'please, do not touch me.'do not touch me.do not fucking touch me.i am not soft.there is a war raging in my lungs,screaming through the
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