"They" are the reason I put
gin in my vinegar.
I am light years ahead,
a misfit.
"They" crush my very existence
into tiny white lies. 13 stripes,
50 stars in the wide eyes of
time’s bride:
Now is not the place
to erase history deface
Its story.
Meditate to medicate
blissfully.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
"They" are the reason I put
gin in my vinegar.
I am light years ahead,
a misfit.
"They" crush my very existence
into tiny white lies. 13 stripes,
50 stars in the wide eyes of
time’s bride:
Now is not the place
to erase history deface
Its story.
Meditate to medicate
blissfully.
To my reader: you are full of beauty, and so is this world.
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