Some poems

they come out bad and beat up

like a fractured bone

or an unpleasant friend.

something we want

to disown

because it came out of us.

They present themselves

as ugliness.

my heart though

believed in them

and in that belief

they were true

Oh my heart

you poor judge

but you shining and open

being

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