The Bare Feelings

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.

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