s I AM ese #1

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he’s fully cognizant of the devil, man.

obscured, obscene, and overtly obese,

worth more than his weight in souls.

if he could he’d do more than his share-

the lines of



powdered dreams.

the fresh coat on his nose brings him peace

and forms a crust that turns to a wasteland-

lifeless, as the Arctic it resembles…

Thank you for reading my poem!


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