think of them
give up shallying, on finding and sharingwhat could be thought of as inner beauty
when these hirsute thoughts bristle again
berating what little of self regard remains
it’s but an exaggeration to point out hate
when clearly it wasn’t my poem but myself
that lay on literature’s butcher-block altar
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2024-02-13 at 07:04
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