Daybreak
Well, my dear sunshine,
I will not infect you with tales
Of my walk through the vagrant abuse
That is the tyrant of the weak.
I will just welcome you early
To the dysfunction that is my art
And wish you well in your attempt
To guess the manner in which
The maiden I encountered
Fell from grace, to be slowly tortured.
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