I, Square
Oh, how such calligraphy glints
In the waking sun ‘tis betrayal
Post-ejaculatory nocturne
Such crucifixion of misery
Performs as an aid to impending tragedy
And obliterates the art ‘tis suicide
so that infants be branded with
a mark of amour that is profound
In each and every star lies
a distinct honor undefined
In due time all shall awaken
Arousing armistice
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