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Mar 2018
It is as if every word I utter
I stutter as I rethink
to avoid their words
of a terrible idiosyncrasy
hollering profanities
and shame towards me
for the wits presented
to them for only glee
Their disproportionate
lines of reality burns themβ€”
like the termites that feed
on the heart of a treeβ€”
How could I fathom
their blatancy
in having such an
aversion towards me?
Neuvalence
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