1572.

A denial of
heart always ending in its
own slow destruction.

1571.

Underneath the tides
of hatred lay such fragile,
small children in need.

1570.

A disconsolate
surrender. Perception and
its ills, just breeding.

1569.

A confusion of
senses. Vision taking up
the space feeling needs.

1568.

Our faces are just
a representation of
science, not our worth.

1567.

As if ugliness
were anything but a view
toward each one's heart.

1566.

Isolating some
difference for intended
shaming. Irony.