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A diamond's lustre, is tarnished with brail Read her, feel her, tell her tale Minds are soiled, with countless detail Souls are battered, entangled and frail Formed of heart and solid conviction Entitled by self or less affliction Nor humbled by any, sense of constriction This image is burned, of my depiction Surrounded by all, these hollow voices Followed again, by numbing noises Slimming down, to narrow the choices Never will I learn, what rejoice is