A Pariah With Immaculate Taste
I wasn’t enough for your world,
I was just supposed to lead you to it;
Sitting in the corner emotionally curled;
A sin the Universe was forced to commit
this magic was finite and couldn’t last;
Blessed and cursed with the eyes of a misfit;
Never really ranked within your blast;
Timed softly and so carefully placed,
my shadow created a peaceful overcast;
Saw it before anyone else then I was erased;
The life of a pariah with immaculate taste.
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