Imperfect VictimA Poem by schlanks
Minutes with quick-set cement
And a lifetime to regret The shaking hand-spun version of the truth They'd come to use Formed before their eyes in fearful favor of you The secret that I let you keep From the woman child-deep in her belief And however many more you seek It all comes back to me An early piece of a bigger set I felt too small to see © 2023 schlanksAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorschlanksNJAboutI'm here to write poetry, read poetry, and make friends. 29. NJ cat lover. New homeowner. Climber of Mario Kart 64 time trial rankings. Absolute yapper. I feel that a poem is successful when I feel.. more..Writing
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