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[gbyeapocalypse]

i was reciting this poem and then i gasped before saying the last two lines
mon semblable - my likeness
(from theysaid)

Mon Semblable by Stephen Dunn

I like things my way
every chance I get.
A limit doesn't exist

when it comes to that.
But please, don't confuse
what I say with honesty.

Isn't honesty the open yawn
the unimaginative love
more than truth?

Comments

[mskookiepookie]

Awman, that's beautiful.