I give myself to be wrecked by a blizzard
I am worn out
No flukes spring from the wand of a wizard
The curse caging me doesn't peterout
Never embittered; just obedient to the laws of being hideous
My consciousness is captured by illusion
I concoct a fib to the lecherous
Am never ashen if neither's got surplus compassion
Better off is a leper
If I'm eminently atrocious even for a slob
Can't be laudable much as a stupor
I've been maimed by a savage on-slaught of a snob
Cease my heartbeat and spare me enmity
The land will feast for all eternity
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being lonely really does hurt, but now this poem is no longer relevant (to me)
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