oh how this dreary world quickens to pick up on another happy soul
from where it sat to where it goes,
in blazing lights, beholds itself to comers new
and lovers old.
likewise mirrors, stained with streaks,
reveal themselves to desperate freaks
the grotesque nudity of horror truth
of compounding failure that rushes in
to punish those, the gnawing, suffering
fools of fortune with hearts of gold
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