so beloved

what passes for 

personality 

 

are just 

preferences 

 

your morality 

guesses 

 

night comes 

and you embrace the opposite 

 

survival of the fittest 

someone wins the other submits 

 

you try these poses on 

like underwear twisted 

 

at the foot 

of the bed

 

and you think about

all you’ve consumed

 

and what you’ve 

created and it makes 

 

lines on those 

childhood photos 

 

so beloved 

◄ Primitive

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