when it rears its head

and covers your loveliness,

the heart inside burns to witness

this repeated brokenness and

i’m caught between compassion

and rage–one for us and one

for it–to have so pure a thing

like you and me be tainted with

such a pettiness unbecoming

of kings and queens

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