Poem # 8- The Bad

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It is what I've recalled—
The tantalizing looks of a bad
Laid and coated on my eyes,
Seeping into my fragile skin.

I have known this phenomenon before,
And yet I still didn't learn my lesson
Go away! Retract to your foolish home!
Let me be that usual person.

And I also seemingly forget—
This beating red in my chest,
That got maximized in sporadic pressures
It discovered me; it corrupted my purest and dainty treasures...

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