Don’t pretend to be obtuse
blinded by your own special blend of selfishness
Unable to admit to the ability to see my pain
See the scarring etched into my soul
Because it would be just excruciating for you
Prompt: Obtuse
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Dominica Bolden lives in a small town in southern Virginia. When she isn't working on one of her many novels, novellas, short stories, or poetry, she's taking care of her children along with her adoring husband.
The most central theme for her fiction writing stems from romance, because who doesn't love love?
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