there was a time

when the soles of our feet were harder

when our bellies were softer

and our heart was softer

language wasn't developed enough

to describe itself without choking

the ribs in your skinny chest kissed

many fat stubby fingers

you gave away internal organs glistening so wet

so beautiful with blood and water

to strange men with strange minds

you shared smug smiles, too

now i can't see color, stand up, breathe air

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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