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An inch of dark routes is visible,
just like everyone else.
Some are polite and pretend
not to see,
while others comment openly,
pleased yours is worse than theirs.
The judged rush to cover and hide,
disguise dark for light,
human for saintly.
Others gave up and let it grow,
natural sin cascading
over their body
and basking in the
extra time they gain
by not pretending.
Scribbled Thoughts 