UNCLEAN: a poem

If I could carve a word into my armI think that it would be the word “UNCLEAN.”I feel an outcast everywhere I goand bring a curse on everyone I love.So if you see me shifting to the sha-dows of the room, away from everyone,it’s probably because I am afraidyou’ll realize what I already know. It... Continue Reading →

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