Next to a weed,
The flower is unparalleled in beauty.
But remove the eyesore,
That crucial and hideous foil,
And more flowers will grow,
Diluting the allure of the first.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PuisiVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
