Cut-Short Poem by Leon Moon

Cut-Short

I was already dead by the time I was ten
my twin obsessed with end
had already took his blood-oath pledge
and because he never consulted me
I turned outer greenery into vain deceit
forging myself a saviour
lazily, a self—evident ideal overtly
and laughed at those who blessed themselves free.

Wednesday, April 3, 2024
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