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Bad Reflections
Who am I
To shrug off the bad things that happen
Was I once alive
With fertile breath bouncing between trappings
Dodging myself
In the silhouettes of self proposed greater men
It’s like wearing stilts
In the copper collectives that won’t have me
Standing tall
In my righteous refusal
But still falling short
I brought my heart out of its retirement
Just in time for the attack
It was the perfect environment
And everything that I lacked
The turns of thought and
The turns of thought and phrase are delicious and invite thought and conversation. A very engaging poem. Thanks for sharing.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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