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When the Flip
When the Flip
I can remember
when the flip
happened.
What was beautiful inverted
with what was not.
Beauty
turned its back
on me,
believing the slick
words
of others.
What had never
been given
a spark
of notice
became my muse.
In my wretchedness,
I was accepted.
That became
the appex
of beauty.
I can remember
when the flip
happened.
What was beautiful inverted
with what was not.
Beauty
turned its back
on me,
believing the slick
words
of others.
What had never
been given
a spark
of notice
became my muse.
In my wretchedness,
I was accepted.
That became
the appex
of beauty.
Published 1st Jun 2022
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When the least expected becomes the answer.
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1st Jun 2022 2:16am
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1st Jun 2022 3:04am
“ What had never
been given
a spark
of notice
became my muse.”
Fuck yes…
been given
a spark
of notice
became my muse.”
Fuck yes…
1st Jun 2022 3:18am
