stupidity
Such a
Privy,
Poignant,
Revolting,
Little thing.
You wail to Guilt
With soil in your mouth.
Devouring the thing that made you,
Plead for it to save you.
Selfless with a contempt so thick.
It makes you.
Selfish.
To give, oh, to give.
You smile with a spite that stains you red.
It is not blush.
It is not blood.
A heart shall be the jester,
Foolish among a den of…



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