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A poem about ‘it’

I don’t want to be caught up in it

suck on it

tear it apart, eat it, rub it, touch it

comfort it

I don’t want to lose it, destroy it, feed it, talk about it

dream it

I don’t want to whisper it, admire it

imagine it

I don’t want to sexualise it, stew it, screw it, sense it

love it, hate it

I just want to be free of it.

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