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Flies in the ointment. (Free verse) by darby pyn Her well is shallow and Iâm discarded plankton stuck in
the edging. living in symbiotic misery with the dregs
of her creation. climbing up the cobblestone scales
to the light of day
rehearsing the prescription with ardent persistence.
why must I suffer for acceptance! she shrugs with her
head held low in a permanent slouch. I realize then
I will never pierce her cerebral armor.
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