16d • Feedback & Critique
Poorhouse of my Personhood
A fly to the shit box
That once was my heart
There is a radiant portal to the poorhouse of
My personhood
There is a specific gradient to the architecture of
My unlearned love
And I’m waist deep in the trenches of my own
Parliamentary seat
The laws unbound by heartbreak, discrete
In her lonely home,
The faulty defeat
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Poorhouse of my Personhood
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