Acidic Touch
The dafthood of it all
is overwhelming
at times.
I am a fool, and my
foolishness
is not a mirrored
human mannerism
or shared trait,
but a pious
and unique flaw
I have been
taught
to champion
as my truth.
It is my sharp
knee, and
my uni-brow.
It is a welt
on the underbelly
of my tongue,
craving the
acidic touch
of citrus drinks.
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