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Don't tell me
about your case of unrequited love,
the girl that you've been pining for
since high school--
I've heard that shit before.

Spare me your tales of childhood rape
your father's rage
and mother's
as if you were
the only one to suffer

I don't care
your existential tragedies
You've grown too
old for all that
adolescent angst
Your stories are
warped mirrors
that do not reflect your pain
you waste
our time
with these

Come to me naked or avoid me altogether:
Leave your facades for those who think in words.
Show me the silence
your mouth and body language

We are in a room
too small for
Dance me with your stillness
or shut up.

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