u are expert in judging people .
you look through the interstices of my words
and call my tongue
my character .
you look through the small cracks of my ancient wooden door
and judge the wall papers of my room
and claim
there is dust in my lungs .
thank god !!!!!
you haven't seen me naked .
you might have linked
the withering pubic hair to a dearth of life
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