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just try it on
fuck your petrified bimbo blonde futility...
puke-worthy pastel versions
of the virgin colours of poetry
that shield your wide-open brains from all the other
guts and filth
baking on the sidewalks.
ungrateful, desperate for more and more
always more and new;
who the hell are you?
justify, now, the space you take up
but not to me.
bless your vacuous heart, you love beauty;
half-assed attempt to cherish what's given, earned
all the while
discontentedly whining
pining for something else.
cute.
quiet?
you don't
in case a dangerous thought,
an urge to live to truth
dares try
to unbridle you.
fine lines are for insidious shits
that hold on too tight
to too many faces.
run for cowardice
hide if you must
but look into where your eyes should be.
you have no face
to lose.
puke-worthy pastel versions
of the virgin colours of poetry
that shield your wide-open brains from all the other
guts and filth
baking on the sidewalks.
ungrateful, desperate for more and more
always more and new;
who the hell are you?
justify, now, the space you take up
but not to me.
bless your vacuous heart, you love beauty;
half-assed attempt to cherish what's given, earned
all the while
discontentedly whining
pining for something else.
cute.
quiet?
you don't
in case a dangerous thought,
an urge to live to truth
dares try
to unbridle you.
fine lines are for insidious shits
that hold on too tight
to too many faces.
run for cowardice
hide if you must
but look into where your eyes should be.
you have no face
to lose.
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