No face to be proud of
And my pedigree's blown off;
Free hugs that no one notices,
A lips that beat white lotuses—
I'm no ones best
And everybody's last and less,
I'm only here existing,
Standing while breathing,
Into the world I'm blending;
Maybe my luck has long snuffed out—
Long used up when doctors pulled me out.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC
No face to be proud of
And my pedigree's blown off;
Free hugs that no one notices,
A lips that beat white lotuses—
I'm no ones best
And everybody's last and less,
I'm only here existing,
Standing while breathing,
Into the world I'm blending;
Maybe my luck has long snuffed out—
Long used up when doctors pulled me out.
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