"Alas! fair lady
to the man who will hold your heart
Cherish every fiber of its body
Like its the last piece of art
A keeper, I've found
In the midst of the darkness
Can you hear the sound?
It's the roar of the dauntless
Unfortunately,
Funny how can she love fiction
Unwarily,
More than a billion."
—WK
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