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Penisve Cycle

Trapped, in my own body my aspirations have completely shut down

Afraid to smile and feeling vulnerable my past reopens to a heatwave circling around the equator making me anxious returning to my aging shadow.

Sharpest blade appears in my hand, but resist the temptation of using

Backwards, forwards, spinning, aching, laughing, crying, colliding to the ground, no one’s here but me harmless, quiet yet destructive of herself but who could blame her

She’s so near yet so far to end this chapter

Rebecca Lopez
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