Sometimes

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Sometimes self resolved armor
longs to crack open eggshell
Stiff upper lips aren’t exactly
What they’re so cracked up
To be~
How can stars
be this cross-eyed
Is load of carry forward
Baggage such that succor
dewdrops of caring and
Affectionate love with no
Strings attached are this
Hard to come by- never given
To pity – I simply scratch
Head mystified, stymied
By dastardly destiny
~
An untouchable
Is how I feel due
To this dearth
In life’s pot
~
Life’s like that
I continue to
wound this
tin toy
body,
toy
With
destiny
~

 

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