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Black Veils and Plaster
For the most part, the lost years were self-inflicted
the foundation made from a hypersensitivity
which had a foundation of insecurity
which had a foundation of instability
which, in turn, was born within
the whisper of a black veil.
The hypersensitivity was replaced by wet plaster
allowing for the smoothing of the wrinkles of living.
I'm slowly coming around-now
back into the light of the light
Its and absurdly cautious plight...
I've yet to master the fine art of happiness
Every moment an exhausting sparring match
with black veil and battle axe.
Thank God, that plaster is very slow to dry.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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