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Stark bold bright
Against the page of my
Soul it stands
Out
The bitter resentment and
Anxious insecurity of
Identity

And recognition isn’t
The simple cure
I wanted distance, but
The truth is
I wanted distance from
Above

It wasn’t meant to be
As close to hubris
Or psychic surgery of the
Soul
It was inelegant
Remedy of
That bitch I used to call
Karma

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