Tanka XXII

Tanka XXII

Pain’s not what it’s called;
hoisted heart pored passion gored,
or foiled feelings plagued!
It’s the silhouette of rage
chopped by bounty blades of flaws.
’20:09:09:20:21

Note: of pored pain.

Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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