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Marred
Mechanical is this institute
These beautiful opportunities,
Little lamb
They want to stew your insides
Rebel at heart you're a paladin,
Crusted in black and torn satin
Molded to fit their unkept cages
Tired as your soul rages
You will become unfathomable:
A discordant souvenir of loves loss,
Of life's spare.
Our eyes swirl, marred with weakness.
These beautiful opportunities,
Little lamb
They want to stew your insides
Rebel at heart you're a paladin,
Crusted in black and torn satin
Molded to fit their unkept cages
Tired as your soul rages
You will become unfathomable:
A discordant souvenir of loves loss,
Of life's spare.
Our eyes swirl, marred with weakness.
Published 16th Jan 2023
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16th Jan 2023 1:10am
I came through a lot of childhood trauma so I hear you from that experience. There's a kind of dichotomy in this life, tenderness amidst the brutality.
