I wasn’t aware how many coats of make up done by terrible artists I wore
til I jumped overboard & swam to shore
upon surfacing I fell, knees knocking on the sand like a visitor at the door
my reflection in the sea, I could see what I hadn’t before
no beast. no burden. not anything I could deplore.
Wow, very nice piece!
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I’m in love with your poetry.
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I cherish this, thank you
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