Poetry

Poem: Creases in My Heart

By: Beaubo

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Creases in my heart.
Flaws of my soul.
And you, my estranged,
what do you desire
through the
condemnation,
disorientation,
magnification,
distortion, and
manipulation?
Solace, my purported,
Beloved?

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