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dear stranger

thank you for making me

drink straight from the bottle

and leave lipstick stains on the cigarettes

and the sheets

and for helping me remember how to be

messy and wild-hearted

so that I seek freedom and not love,

and how to bend my body across the edge of the bed

like a cat in the sun,

and how wonderful it is to feel

a hot, heavy hand

on the center of my chest, pressing me down

and pushing me into myself.

You delivered me

from my own

evil.

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