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you used to say
blue butterflies hide behind my knee and one day jasmine will blossom on my ankle your blood used to swirl in my veins hot and silky you’d take my soul in your fist drinking me thirstily to the last drop you made love primitively I was your first and last woman you would bite my hip till it hurt while kneading children in my womb you used me so you could breathe you would tear pieces from my body pleading with me to give birth by a fire in the middle of a field biblical raw wild thrusting my teeth into your shoulder until the unleashed scream would free the rain from the sky’s manacles and disturb angels’ wings in heavens full of primeval sins I was young I was Eve I used to walk carefully not to disturb the fragile sleep of butterflies or start a flowering and catch your children in my womb
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