feels like my life has been spent protecting something
i don't want
and can't lose
like crop dusting a well-groomed field of weeds
everyday
until the ground is thoroughly toxic
like breaking into empty apartments
and reversing the peephole
like taking pictures of my hands and my knees and the back of my neck
and uploading them to social networking sites
with the privacy settings
that mean
no one can see them
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this.
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