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I wanted you to love me ugly.
I wanted you to love me ugly.
Wanted Right to drag me kicking, screaming, into its bright light.
But the lambs cried and I would be fine.
How could you find time for my vipers?
My pastel plush lamb too blemished for your thirst,
You gave dreams of centipedes,
Placed my hands deep in the wounds in your side.
No one ever called you the Polite Houseguest,
But I learned the power to forgive you in the dark.
