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René Magritte – “The Beneficial Promise” 1927


Even though it is my flesh

It doesn’t feel like it belongs to me

You will tell me a million sweet lies




When I give you what you want

You are grateful

At first

Then you think I give it up too easily

You get angry

Call me names

Forbid me from sharing my flesh with another

And I don’t

Because I fear he will be like you

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