I walked with dancers in my eyes and trumpets in my belly.
thinly sheltered by my skin
an energy that both seperated and connected me
you might have understood but I assumed you didn't .
I rubbed this assumption into my skin.
Its was an enjoyably irritation
a cozy despair
I rubbed away at my skin and then I said to myself, look how it turns red. look.
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