Dimmed a little, went on to die.
Her fairies are drunk-intoxicated
She feeds them
but her innermost wishes,
Ones that they can neither comprehend
nor complete
Her beauty hides her ugliness
Her ugliness shadows her art
Her art covers her smile
Her simile waits for her to be free
Of this world, of regulation
And the world of her lies
Her safety has become her style
Contempt for her world, my creation
For long,
I have given her much pain
More suffering then I can ever imagine
And for that I am proud.
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