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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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Book: Shattered Sighs