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Postmodernismul scares the shit out of me.
I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man
He never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bare
The doubt
The cloak of disgust
And the all-devouring dread
And if I told him about it...he might only shake his head
With kindly amused, melodious laughter, he then would perhaps merely smile
At my -oh, so stupid -silliness …
and the beast that is raging inside.
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