'don't feel bad,'
'...about anything.'
my life, my choices
all i've seen
the places i've been so
and righteous in sin
the singular art
and moment of presence
deceiving, misleading
myself and the other
distasteful, disgraceful
embracing the struggle
i buckle,
the pressure,
keep pushing it farther
within me without me, no matter, no bother.
realignment, of sense
of conscience, defenses...
let it go, roll right through me
forget it, let it
just be.
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