A-m (umopapisdn) wrote,

sugar-coated poisonous core
like bad medicine
grit your teeth dry swallow
force me down past constricted throat
of course you choose to spit
and the virus continues to multiply
one two four eight sixteen thirty-two
sixty-four one-twenty-eight two-fifty-six
and you count your friends
and add up how much love you have
he loves me she loves me they love me
but you can't even pretend to love yourself
look in the mirror you tell me
and I do
I smile I sing I dance I beam
because the freedom reflected is true
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