I, tangled mess,
unraveled,
disheveled.
Where is my ending?
Where did I begin?
Life old-fashioned components,
self-serving patterns.
I did not like,
what I had become.
But my strings came undone,
more each day.
The stench of humanity,
deformed me.
I, delightfully ragged!
As I go,
I see,
my jaded eyes,
needed washing dirty…
Filth, a cleaning solution.
Get them,
out of my body,
out of my eyes,
out of my soul!
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