My smile sits curdling
In vehement neglect
Wicked eremite
Indulging imperfection
Violent against facade
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I’m a pack-less beast,
Loyal to secrets and souls
But irascible
Within the fabrications
Of an elitist cabal
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I prefer my pen
To company and dialogue
Journals to teacups
Words that on reflection
Discern without revising
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You lie underneath
The lens of my hexed right eye
A stigma within
An oversight replaying
Prophetically without
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The picture is me I was holding my hair back because it was swallowing the picture I looked like a moon being devoured by tentacles with it down lol This picture came out okay, I can’t tell you how often I look genuinely deformed in photographs. Some tanka revealing some of my less desirable attributes!
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