In a land far, far away
There was once a lady who went astray
Her sins, she has to pay; she was banished, so to say
At least, that's what her family says
Under the spiteful eyes of society
Ladies like her must pass a certain level of beauty
Nobles like her, to fit in, perfection is the key
Alas, perfection is beyond reality
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Innominatus
PoetryThis is where my silence will be broken This is where my thoughts will be spoken For all the times I've been silent, This is where I'll let the words free
