Thirteen

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I gave myself to you
Tore off my skin
Bit my clothes
And spread my legs for you
I fit perfectly in your hands and the way you destroyed me
Like an envelope torn open and tossed away
The address in the corner still smudged with ink
You said you wanted me
Wanted my lips
My breasts
My thighs and crevices
You wanted me in ways I could never want myself
A child longing for a home to be scooped up and carried away by big strong arms
You promised you would carry me
You promised you would be gentle
I gave myself to you
But you didn't want me

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