twenty-two.

displaced passion
oozes with
self-congratulating
praise and the
ever-present
humble brag.

we admire
your hope.
we are astonished
at your naivety.
the polished prune
still looks like a shit.

tracing my
furrowed brow,
you look earnest
and sympathetic.
take your pity
with you.

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