Imperfect - that's true. No badges
on my sleeves half rolled up
but my eyes are clear.
Heart bleached white with
nowhere to turn
the bruised truth can still be seen in your
dirty acid stare.
Tangled visions wrecking havoc
with the strings of my bow
I close down the day to your pathetic stare.
It's over. I'm done.
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