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[horsecat]

One cannot wear respect like a robe.
I am sickened of love worn on the face -
it is your face that evokes a throbbing and a swelling,
a hissing and a groaning.
This is unusual,
anger rises and I scream to myself,
to your face,
"don't look so fucking innocent!
You do an injustice to the romantics of the world,
you have achieved mediocrity at every turn..."

And so I see your face -
a tingling feeling of love,
but you are the antithesis
of everything that I am.
This righteousness?
Yes it is mine -
do not wear a facade,
do not demand respect,
you are a landscape of faces
and I thrust towards the sky
my animosity towards you all.

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I feel dull.