Laugh a dry, clipped, hard cackle
Born of circumstance and necessity.
Spew words that diminish and
Give just enough affection at infrequent
Intervals to leave the vulnerable
Wondering if they measure up.
Cast judgment on those who don’t
Meet arbitrary requirements
Exuding from chronic hurt.
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