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Release Day

Release

There’s an ease

in release


And I don’t mean fucking…

Or perhaps I do - in part

at least.

It’s the beast we freed,

That choking complex need

beneath

Our quiet selves that never

cease

to cover up our

cocks and scars,

cunts and bruises,

all we want is freedom,

looseness

to remember how to be,


But we’re wound so fucking tight

To break free won’t take one night


You’ll have to tie me roughly;

don’t be gentle,

I’m too practiced -

I’ll dissemble

- in fact I’ll outright lie.

“I’m fine”


You’ll need to disassemble me,

so I remember how to cry.


Release me from being,


please,


It’s why I’m on my knees.

Five Senses

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