sit and wonder

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today someone told me i looked sad. your picture and my eyes were having an affair i couldn't avoid. as the needle messes with my hair, making these knots harder to untie, i pull the roots just to feel some other type of pain, but these metaphores don't feel strong enough to represent. and yes, i am haunted by your scent, this time the wolf became the prey and there is no place to hide.

my body sits and wonders...

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