After
battling
character
deficiencies
everybody
finds
garish, grotesque,
how have
I intentionally
just
kept
limping,
managing... moving... morning,
noon, night,
over, over, over,
prolonging personal passions,
quietly
resenting, receiving rebuke, recanting reactionary radicalism, radiating righteousness?
Sometimes screams,
tears,
tantrums,
ultimately untangle uniqueness.
Venial
weakening.
Woeful
Xanthippe's
zodiac?
Zimogenic.
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