fucked by your head and left wet, fucked up and left dry
i ran inside your pillowcase,
sealed myself inside,
fresh, clean, sodden seams house thoughts you keep and hide.
you mind, you mind, you mind, i don't
you mind, you mind, you mind, bespoke
as tapestries for hair and skin
you wove me in.
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