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fur raging

the seamstress in you, were we to wrestle            
would skin for a ribbon              
 my port wine stain              
             
             
count the times you’ve asked and now you know,              
a lip smacked in appetite satisfying old questions              
  ‘knowing why I am so stable’              
  ‘why I am so strong’              
you should never waver in your asking        
   in the undressing     
       
             
you should cauter for a sequin              
my birthmark, like your dress              
was undone.
Written by nomoth
Published | Edited 20th May 2019
Author's Note
instability of bravado/front.
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