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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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