Esoterically Arcane


If I was a bird with
No wings,
No song to sing,
Would I still be the same?
Or would I be different?
Unique?
Undefined?
Would you treat me like others?
Or would you put a disguise on me
To cover up the pity
That you feel way
Deep
Inside trying to blush in the tears that
Roll
Down
Your eyes.
Does the makeup really help?
Or does it just emphasize your imperfections.

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