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I’m trying to peel you off my skin
as I bath at dawn.
last night my layers thikened.
not from sweat or cum
but from the lies you gloved your fingers in.
every touch was a cliché lie
every teenage boy told a girl he deceived,
every kiss held in it the names of your past lovers.
there are names written all over my body,
I hear their voices,
I do not want to reply.
I have peeled you off my skin,
I’ll wear more names of more past lovers tomorrow,
just this time, they won’t be yours.

Lardo.