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It waits in the drawer till morning,  I feel it, watching me, through the wood as if it were a window, This alien piece of anatomy with no soul.  I can feel it throb, hidden away,  It’s attached, though it isn’t,  Roots deep inside  My hips saddled with femininity I want to slice off,  TheyContinue reading “I Don’t Pack For You”