726
ouch
with
at the
beginning of things
always
failing again
imperfect
creature I am
not even a
certain shape
I don't
care if you hate me
or I do
care but have to not
you must
admit
something
is crawling up me here
something
is in my throat
clamped to
my leg
won't let
go
it bites
they all
you do
you think
it's just your dinner
I am
we are
unadorned here
simpletons
of style
can you see
me?
that's your
work
if I paint
no one will see what I see
I do it in
my head
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