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| they punched holes for so long there’s no place left to scar. a spiritual representation, unmarried, vexes them because beauty truly is not ugly as they seem. layers form, chins double and wrinkle with warts sprouting everlasting hair; depigmenting, scaling a yellow forehead furrowing rivers of regret that they never passionately held love, never inhale warm aroma of tender-scented skin, lather the healing surface of you, who could have been a friend, alone unto a bountiful world, had self-respect, dignity, honesty to lie beside and crawl beneath the dark. scurry to your hole in the ground. I’ll lay with the dutiful ants in damp green to wait out another golden arrival, peacefully dying and renewing. 6.5.21 This is why I'm the king of run-on-sentences, which I fondly refer to as breathless poetry, because you cannot come up for air as you read...aloud. It's a poem for those haters who judge because they feel unloved because they have no self-respect for themselves or others. |
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