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you take and you take and you take and everyone just takes and im left with nothing you take the fine microscopic hairs off of my skin and then you peel it back layer by layer and take apart the muscle, tearing through the fibers and then there is nothing left of me
in hands and palms turned up
and there is nothing but the particles of me that have fallen into space between the cracks of your skin, and the debris of my cells and the ridges
ridges in the palm, the ridges of your winding fingerprints forever carved into you and i am slowly so oh so forgotten, dissolved and dissipated like smoke after a tragedy
there is no longer anything left of me
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