Of Which Lies Underneath to Shun

There is madness in those

who love broken things

broken people

a world through their swollen eyes

the road travelled

no way to go home

through all the magical

and the

terrible

thorns

the only thing

some of us know

is best left unfixed

nothing there to love

everything

of

which

lies

underneath

to shun.

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