A Poem, by Nikki Lynn

Identical to you, Identical to me, identical to the intricate parts no one gets to see. Identical to self, self-falling apart. Sharing, staring, understanding, the mess that is her heart. Identity stolen, never to be found again, identity once sought in the love of men. Identifying lies, manipulation, mistreatment, use, and abuse. Identifying I could neverContinue reading “A Poem, by Nikki Lynn”

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