Shun the reject, he won't know
Lost within his own abuses
A coping, hopeless misanthrope
One who counts the days
The ways to waylay happiness
There's no empathy for a blank slate
Nor a tear shed for the attempt
Rejoice! A hand bled dead in the cull
Of the dull; he who sullies humanity
With his surreptitious kindness
He cannot feel, cannot be real
Despite his subdued existence
His struggling resistance to succumb
So then shun the puzzling piece
Dispatch the misunderstood
Reject him, before he could
art: by Zao Wou-Ki
*2021.05.31.08.25
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Breaks my heart. ❤️
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