Wandering in between spirits
nothing is sensed but dark
true warmth only radiated by misfits
who never judge those who step on their lark
Since they've been unwillingly stripped
of all that's perceived loving and kind
they've been ravaged when they were kid
but still ended up with the most beautiful of mind
They ripened outside the Cages of Construct
never scarred by the lashes of preconcept
ignoring counterfeit is their conduct
that what's inside is that what's percept
I always felt kind of lonesome
like Diogenes flashing my light
no kindred soul, no connection
but amongst my darling misfits, I finally have one in sight.
MotherHustler
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