Sometimes
you are a wound and not a healing one.
Sometimes you are the outline of a girl,
the myth of one, more than anything else. Sometimes the silhouette returns and
you can’t help but let it inside.
sometimes you are the
story you’ve been told a thousand times, no matter how vile and man-made it is.
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