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B E Cults
Poems
Jul 2020
Untitled
These days the
development of a style
is like trying to translate
the leaves blowing across
concrete into Naruda
at his most heartbroken.
You either try or lie about what
is dying in the background
of every family photograph
yet to be taken.
Being well received is a gold star
sticker by your name written in
yellow crayon;
I don't want you to like me.
Wilmot in the park,
the dregs hurled at the world,
teeth stained red or falling out.
I don't want you to like me.
I want you to feel something.
Written by
B E Cults
30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)
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