I'm beginning to feel ashamed of my 'poetry'
Redundant and tarnished, like broken pottery burried halfway down
Digging myself deeper with each battered adjective
Faded noun, every tired verb
I'd stop if I could, really
But my fingers just keep moving with no consideration for my mind
So bear with me
We'll undertake the naked truth together
(United, in mutual respect)
Sure. Or at least
Mutual ignorance...
You can stare at these words a lifetime
For they may not dance for you as they once did in my mind
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