I feel all alone sometimes
like I couldn’t have done better

I feel my openness and niceness

elicits an illicit response; like poison vine strangling the branch

I wanna slash it off with scissors and swords

and a shield like a rosary – transformed to the comet of yore.

Speak yer mind

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