Many cuts, actually.

One after another.

Stubs hacked with

Each scraping sound.

A locust like decimation

Of my facial forest.

Months of cultivation

Strip-mined in

A moment.

I was in search of

A naked mandible.

A man able

Without a pseudo

Mask-u-line.

Time to face it.

Chin up.


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