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oh stranger

trust me

you do not know everything i will do for the lonely

it speaks to me in tongues you’ve never heard

but i still do not understand the language

in a mass migration

i will be another shadow on the road

and you will forget my outline

in a bed that means nothing

you will become the scream i wake up to

and you will never speak to me again

i am a body lining your bed

suddenly i feel more like a stripper than a poet

all the clothes in the world i have taken off line my walls

and i can’t sleep for the fear they will suffocate me

all my collections that do not think about me

but i can’t get rid of them

all the trying i have done has left me stranded

all the lying i have done has left me lost

i want to give as much as I want and not run out of myself

i want to keep the way they beg me without begging this feeling to stay

but the lonelies will not leave when I come home

i do not believe in prayer

but despite using my voice as power

i have now started to believe in kneeling to find my worth

please god

tell me i can get rid of

all these clothes

lining my walls

and that when i find more

i will have the courage not to keep them like this