They told him he'd be strong,
as one would a beach of granite;
Desperately it crumbles.
They told him he'd be loved,
as one would a rose bush;
Visitors be pricked.
They told him he'd be beautifull,
as a sun beyond the cloud's graps;
Entropic supernovas.I suppose the reason I'm posting sparringly at most is due to my lack of things to whine about
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