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This admiration inspired by the wicked,
From the blood of the lonely and their closest closet.
Closest outed outrage...
Guilt, guided, guilty, guided
Coming from a heart disgusted by the ironic
Plagued by obscenities plagued by hoarse laughter
Bound and bled wander around these ideas of imperfections.
The just and the submission.
Alienated by the callous
Violated by these lunatic strangers
Dissecting glamour, obedience, and the all-encompassed self.

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