Willing me 2 write,
I find only nail marks
on life around;
epidermal tissue,
a little blood, n a barbed
heart r feeble subjects,
more so wen farce n
plastic smiles r all u see,
want 2 see…the sham
of it all leaves me
grimacing, flinching
at my own consenting
shallowness.
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