Wounded and Naked

the sort one would find while looking for nothing
slightly aggressive, wounded, wilder than needed
and still, and still
life, isn’t it? one says to oneself, isn’t it?
it all happens among desires and pain
it’s all about being there, naked and ready, it’s all there
all that one will ever know

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