hater
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It hides in a forest of keys,
typing words that sink into my soil.
I'd feed it mushrooms,
If it only showed its face.
Hidden warts
and claws,
behind white light
Girl : Why can't I have this job?
Boss : I don't like your hair, I said,
it is too red.
Girl : Is that a problem?
Boss : It is not normal,
you should come more formal.
They are left with hatrid and jelousy, ima keep doing what im doing and handle it with delicacy.
