Don't descend into poverty my dear poet
With no hearth to call your own
Is an outcast.
Shameful for one of such old blood
Has ancient Isilme lines on both sides
Perhaps...
It is because you cannot carry new life onwards?
Too young to reproduce
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Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions