1460 2 1
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If you know how, all bodies can be read like books, like poems, like scraps of song
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600
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I grabbed the overhead rail, flexing my biceps and easing my pelvis in his direction.
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126841
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I’m squatting naked over the hand mirror, feet cold on the terrazzo floor, looking at my winking arsehole.
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114597
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They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
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35065
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its fire wet language singing in my mouth.
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110785
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"the dark velvet slide of the tongue."
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1143146
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He hates this body no less now/
than he did at 14 for its pudginess/
and the hair that can’t conform
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