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i'm cut up like those
ribbons,
splintered
hollow.
there's this triangle
space
where my heart refuses
to be forced into
and
i keep building pyramids
that shiver beneath my
touch,
breaking & aching
lost & empty forests of
silence
caught in that place
where
i can't even
be
alone by
my-
self.





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