Blank Verse · Digital drawing · free verse · Life · poetry

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What ugliness is this,

that thereof which my pretty little lies,

can be cosmetic and superficial has caught your eye.

In doing so I can be your Ken,

so you can drape me with every fabric of your materialistic

love for me and still make me a whore for your smile.

I only hear and be here for your tasteless jokes,

which really doesn’t do nothing but to put my mind into a

claustrophobic coffin.





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