21.02 misc draft © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
its a place you cannot go to
where you have
never been
i fell in love
with the underworld
my OCD
obsession touching
dangerous things I was
told not to go there
I learned to live
with the shame my
special dress all muddied
feeling like dust
on the pavement
I said goodbye to my self
there was something there
right between the stones
the mossy cracks
and I did pay the
price for what i tasted ...
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