I may not heal such
moron
nor prove wrong the
prejudice;
nor equal one's
violence
nor try outsmart one's
wisdom;
yet deeply I now
confess,
my soul exists just
even.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry is a sense-blossoming flower that never wilts.
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I may not heal such
moron
nor prove wrong the
prejudice;
nor equal one's
violence
nor try outsmart one's
wisdom;
yet deeply I now
confess,
my soul exists just
even.