The Other Person

My body is a map

Of all the places it’s been

Of all the people it’s seen

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The veins in my palm tell a story,

But you don’t need to be clairvoyant to hear it

My body is a flight of stairs

I hate going up

I hate going down

I hate staying in the middle

So I just walk about

Looking for a corner I won’t hate

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The scars on my body tell a story

The more you hold me the more horrifying it gets

My body is a piece of the universal puzzle

But it got pushed aside *accidentally

And now instead I’m stuck under the carpet

Missing

Trying to find the puzzle i fit in

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If i had more room

Will you come and live with me?

My body is a maze

No wonder i feel so lost

Trying to find reasons to face you

Body, if only i could replace you

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My heart isn’t as big as the shell

But it’s a good excuse I tell

My body is my foe

We can’t find a common gown, or is it ground?

No wonder i have so many cages

She’s my slave, but I’m hardly her master

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My body is a weapon, one that can only be wielded against me

We’re at war, we just don’t know it yet