'your wife'

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i cut up my hair
my clothes and my papers

my drawings
my letters
my thoughts now have layers

i cut off the thoughts
increase the caffeine

for you i was bought
to you i was a dream

i cut up my soul and put it on a platter
presented to you, organs, blood, and the latter

i cut up my interests
i cut up my life
i cut all of these
so that i wont cut 'your wife'

12/28/23

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