Ellen Tricomi · Apr 19, 2012
Washington

How am I supposed to find pride
In the shiny waxy figurines sold in gift shops
The cold marble
Reflects a clear prosthetic feel
And you laugh
*what pride? Where?"
I'm in the nations Capitol
But they're the ones
Faking the accompaniment

Sorry for th music reference. Hope you get it haha
 
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