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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