If I Thought

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Reflective shine on mine

Insist to persist 

Gouging the scoundrel 

Hair grown to stare

Rough with scruff 

Neglect seemingly perfect

Jinx subdues links

Grow feathers, Crow

Analyze my adequate size

Leave marks normalize sparks

Bubble skin troubled kin

Love fidgets, so let's

Stragglers left behind

The pale skin resembles mine


My atrocious 

Keep the worst of me

Linger on the nothing you learned

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