And so it starts again
Lamenting pain, a blight of integrity
Whilst the impregnable glass slipper
Slithers majestically on this tangent
I feel no tempurature
Nor taste of flame
Bingles are to be at blame
Fucks you intentionally
Irrational in its final dispute
And it cuts o so deep
Crimps like chimps
Without the summer rain
Minor compliance compared to
Minotaur competence, lanced
Jingle jangle of this road
Desecrated to the light snow
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