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i'm sharing this bed with seven sisters, and youand i'm holding a baseball bat between us:the soldiers are coming!and there's an illiteracy between our legswhere parts of me are you and parts of you are meand i'm wearing the costumes of childrenso i can confuse, become thembut how do you know what's underneathwhat kind of creature is in me?and there's an illiteracy between our legs (i tried to ignore it!)this part / that partwhich part / both partsplease say / wrong partswhich word? / safe word!do you have a safe word?i don't have a safe wordshe shows me a constellation of bites and marks i've left on her bodyof bruises from the way we share our bed with seven other maresthe soldiers are coming! From Letras Mania