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Inside me, I can see my
lounges labouring pinkly, my
heart blushed by intimacy, my
uterus’ nest warming the request.
My vagina’s tunnel feeling the sweet pressure

Inside me, I can see my
kidneys saluting twins, my
liver offering duties for dinner, my
throat swallowing gentle letters.
My bones crying poems

Inside me, I can see my
own privacy.
I can see, inside me waiting
to be