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They gave me a nametag and a uniform I count coins and wonder "who will be hungry today?" Sausage-like fingers grip thick wads of bills and sticky cards I tap on the screen and say "seventeen dollars"
You propped your torso above the sweaty mat, resting on tense arms, arms rippling and sculpted and wrapped in serpentine tattoos I'd long stopped crunching my body into a pretzel
  Dear Hip Hop and Rap and other types of music that were traps for what I thought was a good beat but ended up being everything but that.  
I gaze blankly into the sky and the Tears are dry. Maybe it’s just my uterus Talking—the smooth, Smug woman’s voice on the ad tells
It happened today, for the first time. On the train, First carriage. I don’t know when he arrived, I didn’t even notice him until halfway through the ride.
I am an amazing person
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On the Contrary if you look in the Dictionary you'll see that the term you Use has been the subject of great Abuse. One must be Visualized in order to be Objectified not merely faux-Traumitized
My spirit was invaded today, my pride was conquered The strongest, surest part of me crumbled to bits before him And I could only back down, Shy away, Stare blankly like the thoughtless, emotionless being,
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