Equal foot.

Oh Lord, to watch that face go awry
as you list to one side,
trying to hide the pockmarked
trail of your past.

There is beauty in the sighing
The deep blisters that show.
The melted skin turned to stone.
There is beauty in the bad.

Heeding whispers
that say the opposite of despair,
your lies live in my ears
and I tempt them back
for I need their illusion.

Don’t wrest with control
let it die and your sins with it.
Have I once claimed superiority?
Have I once claimed clean?
Have I once claimed spotless?

Leave my i’s dotless.
Fuck the spotless.
Let there be messy
Let there be shout.
Let that weight fall.

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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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