Raison d'ÍtreThe reason for my articulation
is simple and utilitarian-
I seek not perfection,
But I seek ablution.
Perfection is reserved for those
with time to spend and money to burn.
My soul requires release,
its ransom necessitates recompense:
Expiated expeditiously, in a flurry
of words that scathe my every thought.
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2014-10-31 at 09:37
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