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Jul 1
they asked nothing.
still—
 i answered.

not in word,
 but in the shift
  of weight,
  the arch
  in my back,
  the unguarded thigh.

it wasn’t language.
 it was consent,
  folded inward.

not yes.
not no.

silence
 ruptures
  when held too long.

what they took—
 they didn’t name.
but i
 answered
  in posture.


Rastislav
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Rastislav  M/world
(M/world)   
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         Cheyenne Chenoa, Draginja Knezi, rick, Skyla GM and Rastislav
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