Here it is,
I try to write about it
but the layers get in the way.
The shit's from the bottom.
That crack, exposed in the middle.
Why it comes out below,
Yes. I know why.
But do you?
Nope.
It's alright.
Except that I'm the fawn
who thinks she's the buck.
And when this time is here,
it feels uneasy.
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