Prologus

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I'm not asking for praise
But just a moment
Not sweetly poisonous flattery
But an honest comment

I don't want to be shown worship
But just to show you the solvent
Of the solution called my feelings
From every joy to my deepest lament

Through poetry and subtle artistry
May my words, dearest reader
Sting in a way that you would want
To laugh, reflect, and suffer.

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