The Stare
A primate with disfigurement...
His stare, facing back at me...
A crystal he was holding...
his light ascended truthfully...
His wild cry escaped-with defiant will...
This dream no script pretend...
his judgement sorely with impale
his identity has been refused...
his freedom in deep detail...
Soon the same will fall to some...
due to cruelty and abuse...
His denial remains,
his life locked somewhere in his truth...
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