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I lost myself
in the middle of a street
selling my body, naked
and vulnerable skin

Looking for something
physical, pure
something to make me new
less uncertain, insecure

I found new truths,
hidden desires
prohibited words
hopeless buyers

Touch my flesh
bite my chest
taste my blood
lick my scars

Don’t judge
Don’t lie
Everybody knows the feeling
of doing something wrong
that makes you feel alive