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I was my mother’s future with lanky black hair.
My silhouette naked and empty.
Raised in a landfill left to decay.
It happened…
I walked to find nourishment.
“Get Down”!
The Beast thrust me in the muck.
My Temple ravaged not a morsel left.
Distorted blood gushing down my identity
Beautiful I was, but like a butterfly, I morphed into a monster
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Deep thoughts seem to swirl in these words
Glad you enjoyed the piece
Love the passion and the deep insight into the unknown.
Thank you😊
Again. Strong Ink! Your poems are so powerful
Mr. Tyler Thank for your support again .😊