A bit of splendor within the failure.
Here my life is thus a precious saga of an unbiased
maiden
hemmed in by a ghastly exquisiteness?
Hence is not always a tragedy
In black and white, my sins
On the paper stained with blood red
That I've been practicing since ages.
Or is the magnificence bound in
Erudition from you catastrophes?
Because then all these lessons
Have thus been lost on me.
Beautiful
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