A poem by K'Nish
Seeping at my conciousness,
knocking at the door
i listen to the knocking
and wonder what it's for.
i think about the future
i think about less, about more
and i look at my broken body,
lying on the floor.
Lady L speaks.
"So I take you, curse your challenge, curse you sitting there staring at me
with all your
nice neat little buttons
saying, 'Look at me,
i'm so perfect, can't be as good as me!' Too bad, I don't care, I know what
my imperfections are but they make me whole, make me me and
don't tell me you're better."
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