![]() Yours TrulyA Poem by Radad Ibn Nasir![]() A reminder how the truth hurts.![]() I clench with the guilt of your shame Yours truly, Blame. Condensed with an ounce of pain An unruly grain. I form a hideous perception too real Yours truly, Sex Appeal. Scorned reflections intercept zeal Lustily you kneel. I hide my monster you so easily unleash Yours truly, Mr. Beseech. Slide saunter and crooked underneath A step away from each. I throb woefully at your ignorant ways Yours truly, Praise. Bobbed knowingly, confidant play Acting so far away.
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StatsAuthorRadad Ibn NasirYoungstown, OHAboutA voice without a canvas is just an echo heard throughout time. Sometimes children ask me to play, so I play. The elderly beckon with wisdom and I syphon. I think I was born an expression... I hav.. more..Writing
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