by Suzán Jiván
Deeply split
over the distance
in fragments
with tidbits
of the unfamiliar
as the modern
equivalent
of nothing much
creating cults
of reluctancy
tacitly admitting
that beauty
is everything
after fleeing
hyperbole
with damningly
unflattering
accuracy
sarcastically
brandished
as fabricated
agony
sidesplittingly
inflicted
as seen fit...
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