The bare feelings of
what should be a glare,
spare me of my own
depression that will
become a share of
those dealings and
the flair of that grot.
I often feel like a
dirty mutt that will
often bite those who
are covered in soot,
it would be such a
filthy sight to see a
dangerous fight and
the smut that comes
out from the bright world.
Pitch Black Poesy 
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