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title = "Poem: Tainted"
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Tainted
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Knitted in my mother's womb, made
Broken and patchy
Holes, fraying, now filled
By twisted reality.
Broken sands and
Shards of refracted yesterday,
Warped and trodden.
Mar my meaning, insane.
Dyes named personality,
Anointed over... staining, painting
Colours upon black:
My faux shield for eternity.
Fruitless without Truth, stranded
and became drenched.
From inside out, myself reconstructed:
Life to its fullest.