Hello, others.
I have decided to hold a poetry competition. This is an attempt to foster human connection in a world that separates and boxes us into neat little categories.
All you have to do is write some poetry in the comments in response to this image:
This winner will receive nothing, for materials will never complete you. I will put the poem on this blog, however.
Thank you.
Meaningful Urban Poetry 
A clown wears gloves,
to hide his claws
When the glove on the floor
We can no longer adore
The mirage and mask we show to all
Oh how the glove made me his fool.
(Am I doing this right? :0/ )
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The glove,
Its five fingers lacing on a grey ocean.
Like a dove, it flies alone.
It’s a single shade of dark and bone.
Abandoned, alone.
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