Yours
Taste the red on me
Just a form of currency
You will leave with glee
Taken
Your joy is not mine
But your hands are on what's mine
Your pleasure haunts me
Overtaken
It creeps up at times
Stealing me again--what's mine?
I want back my mind
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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Cool write. Reminds me of The Pixies somehow. Where is my mind?
Enjoyed - Syd
This poem NinjaGirl speaks of yours and mine and the space between. Is our mind really ours?
🥷, this is stark and unsettling in the right way. Each section tightens the grip, and that final plea lands hard. Thank you for having the courage to write and share this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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