Thursday, January 02, 2014

it is a bad thing
that you tell the truth

it is an animal with
spines

the cactus of thorns
in our deserts

the one who loves you
hears it from you and

then leaves because
you pierce their ears

you are unforgiving they
always murmur

you are all scars and
wounds and you stink

when they are far away
somehow they know

that you are beautiful
inside out but they won't tell.

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