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Me Not Me
Me, where is she
squeeze my skin, the flesh
it’s not me
I love me
the love I have lives deep
it’s far, so far beneath my cheeks
I wish I could hug me
to make myself believe
that with a finger touch it’s me
so then I’d see
that I am not this temporary body
and what I am is free
but Earth demands an anchor, you see
unfortunately for me
because it becomes all...
Tuesday 9th October 2018 12:01 am
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