POVERTY BADGE . . . recycled photo naturally. I am nothing if not resourceful.

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POVERTY BADGE

Redemption. Found?

How can I tell

See through smudge

Survive smears?

New pain. Ancient pain.

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Everything hurts.

You never leave.

Chief wound.

Kitchen universe rub out.

Incidents blur into one

Gorgeous fight.

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I sanctify slaughter, swine

My pearls so well.

Hire me to steal

Mother your tribe

Whitewash collisions.

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Did you eat crow?

Do the required thing,

Resplendent in a martyr’s coat,

Beyond reproach in glaring

Red numbers.

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Our woody fruit burst,

Prevailing discovery,

Insensible bed, small

Household forsook.

For sale. Black

Corsette. Never worn.

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You and your vapid skanks.

Fellatio’d in the green room

Another score before grace

Our happy hour in shreds.

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We may find miles and miles

But the door-poor walk in half.

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