Please don’t let
that smug conviction
cloud your truth
don’t let the
mirrors show you back
the hard eyes of
what your thought
it meant to be
adult
don’t contain
some act of
loyalty to self
nobility of notions
at least they act
no you have to
love you have to
cave to being
concave to being
a plane that
touches the lines of
all the other
planes that make
the face of
wet eyes,
glory
be
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