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Poem 35: Fixing Me

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how quaint of you to think
that all of this
longing-wanting-wishing-hoping,
that tears at the soft underside of my skin
with claws of desperation and need,
fighting to get out,
is just a ‘problem’ to be ‘fixed’



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