In the new year we will look away from our ugliness
Sore thumbs from riding on our mind, just a waffle.
We do not exist when we look away and they do not.

The images shall further a space of beauty- smells
Away from our death, a rotting death in our bones.
Our flowers shall have child-bones, a flesh of smell
That drops away, its fragrance lingering for a while.

(New year resolution)

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