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I am trapped Encased In a crusty shell Of grotesque awkwardness And ugly flaws That’s beginning to strangle me -x- You are hiding Concealed In a sleek covering Of restrained beauty And face value That’s smaller than your worth -x- They cannot see Lies Assumptions they have made As the total Prisons they are Fools; we ought escape -x- Peel away my Putridity And I will shatter The suffocating shell Of accepted beauty So we can love -x- Burn these stereotyping Masks To smoke and ashes See what space And freedom creates We’ll be new beauty
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Sep 10, 2011
Sep 10, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
What Is Your Name?
I am trapped Encased In a crusty shell Of grotesque awkwardness And ugly flaws That’s beginning to strangle me -x- You are hiding Concealed In a sleek covering Of restrained beauty And face value That’s smaller than your worth -x- They cannot see Lies Assumptions they have made As the total Prisons they are Fools; we ought escape -x- Peel away my Putridity And I will shatter The suffocating shell Of accepted beauty So we can love -x- Burn these stereotyping Masks To smoke and ashes See what space And freedom creates We’ll be new beauty
Something new.
molly-pendleton
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Sep 10, 2011
Sep 10, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
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