Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry

Cycling.

A (dark) poem.

Image taken by the author.

Disgusted by my own lust,
Guilt building every time,
Uneasy constantly,
Humanity stays undefined.

All of my worst elements
Condensed to a foul brine,
World’s dirtiest animal,
Give my purity to swine.

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Reece Beckett

Reece Beckett

Culture, art, interviews, poetry. Editor for Rainbow Salad & Counter Arts. https://linktr.ee/reecebeckett