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These knots are familiar

Each twist and turn

Pretzeling my insides

I know their curves 

The way my tongue 

Knows the grooves in my teeth

Lacerations from the needle 

On the polygraph 

In the pit of my abdomen

Sea sick

An angry ocean of truth

Swirling in my stomach 

Heart engulfed 

In a kudzu of distrust

These knots are familiar

Familiarity breeds contempt 

 



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