You have your bulky joy
You wear your youth like yarn
Piss mordant till you dye
It keeps your skin from harm
The smoke was once alive
In yellow plaster’s pores
Nostalgic from the wounds
Love has too many sores
And when the plague it came
We measured its hours too
The worst things about man
Turned out to be virtues
We once invented need
In the pre-pandemic dens
Like strangers on TV
We see ourselves back then
A life force is absorbed
In the city’s coming squall
This is how you love now
If you can love at all
Beauty is Imperfection 
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