pious poets posture
pick the perfect word
preferring syntax over substance
edit the emotion
submerge it in an ocean
of overthoought
morph the humanity into
boring inanity
fuck the perfection
fuck the relfection
moments of heart and hurt
are not about revision
but the incisons of the moment
open wounds
witout sutures
bleeding
gasping
pleading
expiring
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