"charmless" poems - Hello Poetry

nobody cares unless you’re pretty or dying nobody cares unless you’re pretty or dying nobody cares unless you’re petty or dying well, no one will care if you don’t let them in they’re not mind readers they’ve got to know that you’re hurting, first nobody cares unless you tell them you’re crying nobody cares unless you tell them you’re dying people will care if you’re not pretty or dying let them in, open up tell them that you’re feeling too much feel free to be charmless they’ll love you regardless i promise that someone will care if you’re not pretty or dying you dig and dig then sit and cry because, oh god, why have you been left here to die? digging a grave and claiming to fall when really you jumped won’t get you anywhere at all

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Sep 23, 2014

Sep 23, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC

UnknownEntity

"Nobody Cares Unless You're Pretty or Dying"

nobody cares unless you’re pretty or dying nobody cares unless you’re pretty or dying nobody cares unless you’re petty or dying well, no one will care if you don’t let them in they’re not mind readers they’ve got to know that you’re hurting, first nobody cares unless you tell them you’re crying nobody cares unless you tell them you’re dying people will care if you’re not pretty or dying let them in, open up tell them that you’re feeling too much feel free to be charmless they’ll love you regardless i promise that someone will care if you’re not pretty or dying you dig and dig then sit and cry because, oh god, why have you been left here to die? digging a grave and claiming to fall when really you jumped won’t get you anywhere at all

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Haters, haters, hiding in the closets, hiding in faeces your putrid minds full of fears and all your weaknesses You are not men but degenerates and cowards in excesses but in your attempts to distract away from your deseases Look the parents you have and you know you're like rat fleas you lack a lot which makes you so angry and in pieces Washing once a week on other days its wet towel on faces smerge on stunted wieners never to be a winner at the races You're un-cool all you do is pretend but you ain't got the aces as charmless as chicken *** you're the left-behind in chases Never had a true compliment because you have no graces deep down you're a mess and petrified of background traces You have ***** linens and bad secrets buried in bad places you're nasty, think nasty and 've done things that debases Always afraid you pick on your betters rocking in perfect places full of inferiority complexes real abilities get up your noses You've wet your bed and at night you knowyou're ********* playing macho when in reality you want to do men's ***** Nobody likes the faceless cowards and abject scorn they entices partners and frenemies are there for themselves and free passes They see through them and smell their weakness without paces faking laughter at their hate and anger at winners they despises Haters are sick sad losers miserable inferiors with dark devises never happy, never content just slimy cowards in dumb disguises

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC

yenson

Inchwood to U. Bard Wazungus et all....

Haters, haters, hiding in the closets, hiding in faeces your putrid minds full of fears and all your weaknesses You are not men but degenerates and cowards in excesses but in your attempts to distract away from your deseases Look the parents you have and you know you're like rat fleas you lack a lot which makes you so angry and in pieces Washing once a week on other days its wet towel on faces smerge on stunted wieners never to be a winner at the races You're un-cool all you do is pretend but you ain't got the aces as charmless as chicken *** you're the left-behind in chases Never had a true compliment because you have no graces deep down you're a mess and petrified of background traces You have ***** linens and bad secrets buried in bad places you're nasty, think nasty and 've done things that debases Always afraid you pick on your betters rocking in perfect places full of inferiority complexes real abilities get up your noses You've wet your bed and at night you knowyou're ********* playing macho when in reality you want to do men's ***** Nobody likes the faceless cowards and abject scorn they entices partners and frenemies are there for themselves and free passes They see through them and smell their weakness without paces faking laughter at their hate and anger at winners they despises Haters are sick sad losers miserable inferiors with dark devises never happy, never content just slimy cowards in dumb disguises

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Another year closes and the waves of pain invite themselves for one last wash over me a host of words and phrases un sugar coated calling back the dire pain duly survived and noted. and as much as I walk that higher road it never lets me forgive if I forget. endless vengeance haunts me for its exaction. And pain is a nasty ***** to comprehend it's not who I am or who I want To be or what I want to send but it is on its way. I can't stop it. I don't really want to anymore. I want to feel the rush of satifaction with the ramming of my metaphorical fist into your charmless faces a barrage of covert assaults on my good character well congratulations you win. Jokers and aces I'm the bad *** on all of your cases ran myself into the ground and not an ounce of gratitude was found now karma won't listen to me my great pain howled and the injustice has been heard the trade has subconsciously been made. God help you all there's no way back from this it is what it is... a brand new year, and with it comes resolution and how the restitution I used to abhor sits so **** comfortable with me now. There's More pain ahead, I'm so conditioned I wear it like a crown on my head. Well done I applaude you you intolerable ***** let fate do its will I ain't holding it back let this tidal wave crush you in your tracks so you can feel my pain and don't call for me I wont remember your names like the years torn from my soul, my children, my love, my home; I won't feel it all in vain. im giving it all to you the very deserving orchestrators of my cruelly wrought tidal waves of ******* pain. Yours sincerely, Really ****** off. .... Original write below: Another year closes and the waves of pain invite themselves for one last wash over me a host of words and phrases calling back the dire pain duly survived and noted. and as much as I walk that higher road it never lets me forgive if I forget. endless vengeance haunts me for its exaction. And pain is a nasty ***** to comprehend it's not who I am or who I want To be but it is on its way. I can't stop it. I don't really want to anymore. I want to feel the rush of satifaction with the ramming of my metaphorical fist into your charmless faces a barrage of covert assaults on my good character well congratulations you win. I'm the bad *** ran myself into the ground and not an ounce of gratitude was found now karma won't listen to me my great pain howled and the injustice has been heard the trade has been subconsciously made. God help you all there's no way back from this it is what it is... a brand new year, and with it comes resolution. the restitution I used to abhor sits so **** we'll with me now. More pain ahead. I'm conditioned to wear it on my head like a crown. Well done I applaude you you intolerable ***** let fate do its will I ain't holding it back let this tidal wave crush you so you can feel my pain and don't call for me I wont remember your names like the years torn from my soul, my children, my home, my love; I won't feel it all in vain. im giving it all to you the very deserving orchestrators of my cruelly wrought tidal waves of pain. Yours sincerely, ****** off.

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Jan 1, 2014

Jan 1, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC

sylkie-smoothie

Another year closed

Another year closes and the waves of pain invite themselves for one last wash over me a host of words and phrases un sugar coated calling back the dire pain duly survived and noted. and as much as I walk that higher road it never lets me forgive if I forget. endless vengeance haunts me for its exaction. And pain is a nasty ***** to comprehend it's not who I am or who I want To be or what I want to send but it is on its way. I can't stop it. I don't really want to anymore. I want to feel the rush of satifaction with the ramming of my metaphorical fist into your charmless faces a barrage of covert assaults on my good character well congratulations you win. Jokers and aces I'm the bad *** on all of your cases ran myself into the ground and not an ounce of gratitude was found now karma won't listen to me my great pain howled and the injustice has been heard the trade has subconsciously been made. God help you all there's no way back from this it is what it is... a brand new year, and with it comes resolution and how the restitution I used to abhor sits so **** comfortable with me now. There's More pain ahead, I'm so conditioned I wear it like a crown on my head. Well done I applaude you you intolerable ***** let fate do its will I ain't holding it back let this tidal wave crush you in your tracks so you can feel my pain and don't call for me I wont remember your names like the years torn from my soul, my children, my love, my home; I won't feel it all in vain. im giving it all to you the very deserving orchestrators of my cruelly wrought tidal waves of ******* pain. Yours sincerely, Really ****** off. .... Original write below: Another year closes and the waves of pain invite themselves for one last wash over me a host of words and phrases calling back the dire pain duly survived and noted. and as much as I walk that higher road it never lets me forgive if I forget. endless vengeance haunts me for its exaction. And pain is a nasty ***** to comprehend it's not who I am or who I want To be but it is on its way. I can't stop it. I don't really want to anymore. I want to feel the rush of satifaction with the ramming of my metaphorical fist into your charmless faces a barrage of covert assaults on my good character well congratulations you win. I'm the bad *** ran myself into the ground and not an ounce of gratitude was found now karma won't listen to me my great pain howled and the injustice has been heard the trade has been subconsciously made. God help you all there's no way back from this it is what it is... a brand new year, and with it comes resolution. the restitution I used to abhor sits so **** we'll with me now. More pain ahead. I'm conditioned to wear it on my head like a crown. Well done I applaude you you intolerable ***** let fate do its will I ain't holding it back let this tidal wave crush you so you can feel my pain and don't call for me I wont remember your names like the years torn from my soul, my children, my home, my love; I won't feel it all in vain. im giving it all to you the very deserving orchestrators of my cruelly wrought tidal waves of pain. Yours sincerely, ****** off.

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what is this familiar feeling? sunlight shines through the sheets my eyelids too thin to keep shielded, or dreaming. fast like a Cadillac, ready to attack the first cup of coffee, the "last" spliff bowl, confused conversations, heavy fingers typing carefully, backspace backspace backspace backspace, erase slowly, think harder less, heartlessly charmless, bad luck, wouldn't have guessed this past-track record would keep repeating, over and over, until all sound is lost except for the tck tck tck of each letter, as I create.

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Apr 24, 2014

Apr 24, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC

pen-lux

self-destruction vs. ecstacy

what is this familiar feeling? sunlight shines through the sheets my eyelids too thin to keep shielded, or dreaming. fast like a Cadillac, ready to attack the first cup of coffee, the "last" spliff bowl, confused conversations, heavy fingers typing carefully, backspace backspace backspace backspace, erase slowly, think harder less, heartlessly charmless, bad luck, wouldn't have guessed this past-track record would keep repeating, over and over, until all sound is lost except for the tck tck tck of each letter, as I create.

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charmless and the fingers you used to glorify god the girl too pure she has nothing to do with sin- you keep your ****** tight ****** of a moth it rained light senseless and the poets who wear bright yellow coats exploited her head hurts when she reads the papers 'don't make me black and white' ****** of a toad tires and holey road bricks and cinnamon ****** mocha (a coffee shop) frightless a battlefield so full of itself grand humiliation of oneself hundreds of bravas, bunch of roses- venomous thorns powerless

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Oct 15, 2014

Oct 15, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC

Pea

Circus in a failed tent

charmless and the fingers you used to glorify god the girl too pure she has nothing to do with sin- you keep your ****** tight ****** of a moth it rained light senseless and the poets who wear bright yellow coats exploited her head hurts when she reads the papers 'don't make me black and white' ****** of a toad tires and holey road bricks and cinnamon ****** mocha (a coffee shop) frightless a battlefield so full of itself grand humiliation of oneself hundreds of bravas, bunch of roses- venomous thorns powerless

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I'm not complete, there's a piece missing. I'm not sure if I lost it or if it was never there to begin with. Most of the time, I barely even notice. It almost doesn't even exist. But then, you turn, the light hits it, you see the gap. And it hurts. And it gets bigger. And it speaks. Volume after volume of insignificant insult, petty and childish. Your teeth aren't white enough. You're too skinny, I can see your bones. You're not good enough. You're depressed and depressing. Pitiful. Pathetic. It's painful to even look at you. A coward, afraid of your own shadow, what good are you? You can't cook, can't write, can't draw, can't act, can't sing, can't dance, you're charmless, witless, boring, stupid, ugly, unkind, selfish. You deserve to be alone. And then it's gone again. And that's what hurts the most. Because it's not constant, or predictable. You don't know if it's lying to you or if everyone else is. And you never find out. And you remain incomplete, unfinished, with a piece missing.

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC

tom-h-k

A Piece Missing

I'm not complete, there's a piece missing. I'm not sure if I lost it or if it was never there to begin with. Most of the time, I barely even notice. It almost doesn't even exist. But then, you turn, the light hits it, you see the gap. And it hurts. And it gets bigger. And it speaks. Volume after volume of insignificant insult, petty and childish. Your teeth aren't white enough. You're too skinny, I can see your bones. You're not good enough. You're depressed and depressing. Pitiful. Pathetic. It's painful to even look at you. A coward, afraid of your own shadow, what good are you? You can't cook, can't write, can't draw, can't act, can't sing, can't dance, you're charmless, witless, boring, stupid, ugly, unkind, selfish. You deserve to be alone. And then it's gone again. And that's what hurts the most. Because it's not constant, or predictable. You don't know if it's lying to you or if everyone else is. And you never find out. And you remain incomplete, unfinished, with a piece missing.

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Move it on over little dawg. I jump freight trains now. I sleep where i want. And I gnaw the souls of better men than you are. I don't hear you anymore. I write my own songs and I wave away your charmless melodies alone. I hum as I hear the music of another lover. Move it on over little dawg, the big dawg moved right in. Caroline Shank

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Feb 28, 2021

Feb 28, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC

Carolineshank

Move It On Over

Move it on over little dawg. I jump freight trains now. I sleep where i want. And I gnaw the souls of better men than you are. I don't hear you anymore. I write my own songs and I wave away your charmless melodies alone. I hum as I hear the music of another lover. Move it on over little dawg, the big dawg moved right in. Caroline Shank

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Princess of darkness, She is the Queen of the doomed, Walks through the midnight moon, Sleeps through the noon, Yes, her face is charmless Just like a child who went On deathbed very very soon Eyes, sea of sadness quite like Celebrating the aftermath of the goons Yet, I am in luv with her just like Japan is with typhoon, endless Like infinite craters on the surface of moon

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Jun 4, 2016

Jun 4, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC

vani-j

Princess of darkness

Princess of darkness, She is the Queen of the doomed, Walks through the midnight moon, Sleeps through the noon, Yes, her face is charmless Just like a child who went On deathbed very very soon Eyes, sea of sadness quite like Celebrating the aftermath of the goons Yet, I am in luv with her just like Japan is with typhoon, endless Like infinite craters on the surface of moon

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the school of rhyme hath faded out few traces of it are seen about one has searched high and low to find the wonder of its flow seemingly this form hath become charmless other styles have rendered it nigh on useless a small band of us are still working in this form as we like our verse to be more uniform preservation of rhyme in time a position which is elating and ever so sublime sing the song with a meter that matches perfectly that shall suit us very very nicely

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Mar 4, 2013

Mar 4, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Very Very Nicely

the school of rhyme hath faded out few traces of it are seen about one has searched high and low to find the wonder of its flow seemingly this form hath become charmless other styles have rendered it nigh on useless a small band of us are still working in this form as we like our verse to be more uniform preservation of rhyme in time a position which is elating and ever so sublime sing the song with a meter that matches perfectly that shall suit us very very nicely

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If my words could paint you in colour They'd portray no saint, nor scholar I'd hazard to say That to paint you this way Would do you and I no favours I'll savour- the best of you always And all your little ways In all your raggedy, shaggedy Scrawny glory Charmless charming, harmless How you could tell a good story All the while That cheeky smile Broadens wide Up mostly the left side of your face At the insulting joke you just cracked Humour was one thing you never lacked That scruffy beard that You'd shave once a year It was rare you'd be seen All trimmed and pristine Your footie shirts all bright and baggy Hang loose on thin frame- all saggy I'm always reminded Of your pose when confounded Skinny shoulders shrugged up pinned up to your jaw line That bottom lip pouted out, image burned in my mind When was the first time You stood on the sideline And ignited unmatched passion? Flaming crazed enthusiasm Your supreme love for that game An infatuation that bordered on insane! You could have every detail memorised You could recount, recite and itemise Every player, every score, you knew it all My word did you love football! You loved animals too, The farmer’s life would’ve suited you Wish you could go back and stay Somewhere you could drive tractors all day It was easy to lose sight of you Both you and I sometimes lost you from view Now I won't let go of you ever But we must let go of guilt forever Remember good times we shared Times we both showed we cared Your good heart was easy to find When you were clear in mind The imprint you've left on my soul Makes me a better me, makes whole My life now has a hole that I cannot fill But my heart always had you And always will

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC

lizzy-sharples

Holding on

If my words could paint you in colour They'd portray no saint, nor scholar I'd hazard to say That to paint you this way Would do you and I no favours I'll savour- the best of you always And all your little ways In all your raggedy, shaggedy Scrawny glory Charmless charming, harmless How you could tell a good story All the while That cheeky smile Broadens wide Up mostly the left side of your face At the insulting joke you just cracked Humour was one thing you never lacked That scruffy beard that You'd shave once a year It was rare you'd be seen All trimmed and pristine Your footie shirts all bright and baggy Hang loose on thin frame- all saggy I'm always reminded Of your pose when confounded Skinny shoulders shrugged up pinned up to your jaw line That bottom lip pouted out, image burned in my mind When was the first time You stood on the sideline And ignited unmatched passion? Flaming crazed enthusiasm Your supreme love for that game An infatuation that bordered on insane! You could have every detail memorised You could recount, recite and itemise Every player, every score, you knew it all My word did you love football! You loved animals too, The farmer’s life would’ve suited you Wish you could go back and stay Somewhere you could drive tractors all day It was easy to lose sight of you Both you and I sometimes lost you from view Now I won't let go of you ever But we must let go of guilt forever Remember good times we shared Times we both showed we cared Your good heart was easy to find When you were clear in mind The imprint you've left on my soul Makes me a better me, makes whole My life now has a hole that I cannot fill But my heart always had you And always will

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utilising 1990's Britpop, you made thinking so ******* illegal, so n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah, making thinking so illegal never felt so gooey... so ** h'ah! the charmless man... never thought making thinking was ever so illegal, till now; sure, please tell me you were forever considering being attired with a halo.

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Aug 25, 2016

Aug 25, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

cos of Putin

utilising 1990's Britpop, you made thinking so ******* illegal, so n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah, making thinking so illegal never felt so gooey... so ** h'ah! the charmless man... never thought making thinking was ever so illegal, till now; sure, please tell me you were forever considering being attired with a halo.

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC

duncan-brown-1

The Air Guitarister

Eatyour Beefingheartout FranklyZappa Thisairguitarist hasyournumbereding Sixanseven inmyveryown hothundrededing Lessthanyourworth ansomuchymorexpensive Thanpoorboyzin a rockingorchestralsonger Noonebeats thisten steelfingeringwizardist Intheimage of our charmless deceptionism Ivestrutterdstuff wherestuff shouldntbestrutten Thenseenmyself as othershaveneverseenme Andbangedmyheaderer to the cosmicgodderer Ivemimedasong where the wordsareallwrong Andcameback foranencore anthensomemore IvejammedwithJimi and hammeditupwithFreddie DuckwalkedtoNewOrleansallthewayfromKansasCity ZZdmytopinacuteflipflop rollingoverwithBeethoven Beenallalongthewatchtower anamnotareligiouser Letalonealonely Jehoveringkinda windowdresser BlindFaithsmyfaith the soundofoneslowhandClapton Thatsgodinbluejeans he cansharemymirroranytime Megodanthemidnightrambler ohwhatatriolivesinme Wevewornout seventeenmirrors anfivemoteldoors Butamtheking ofreflectedglory inmyglassypalace Wonderlandsgotnothingonmeangracelandsillusory TheKingmighthavehissoulfilledcamelotancastle MirrorsaretheuniverseofNarcissuseslookingatme Lingeringonabluespalefacelikemealoneinreverie Myfenderstratstrappedonmybluejeanedselfery Slaying eachimagined audience gunslingerstyle Zimmerman’s cubistfendering madeanartistoutofme Thatharmonicasawarning forthestartofworldwarthree IvedressedlikeKiss donethetwist ansetmygreatballsonfire Anblewagollywithmissmolly cozIworespexlikeBuddyHolly Soldmysoully to Beelzeebubby for sexndrugznrocknrolly Beendrunkasaskunkanaoneleggedpunkanpogoedmyselfsober LivedinagarretwithaViciousSydBarretonthedarksideofaspoon BinZiggyingwithIggy anfedthe AnimalstothezoowithLou Ohwhataperfectday to rearrange the theoryofevolution Iveevenbeenjumperingbroomsticks withbonnieweeBrenda Andwithmyonehandcuffclapping IfeltliketheprisonerofZenda ThenshookenupmypelvistoElvis andtrystedmytrussatMadonna Theformertwassublime thelatterwas likeaVirginonthedicriculous Iveruinedmyhealth blownmywealth andyingwasacareeroption Thenbeennbornagain anbecomeaZen anIonlyeatvegetarians Ivebeendecievedtobelieve an I believe Ibelievedtodecieve IduettedatriowithapreciousPearl justJanismeanBobbieMcGhee Thehigherthethrilll thegreatertheFall the musictenthrallsusall IvebeenaWhoan’If aThatan’aThem anseveraltypesofabbreviation ShakespearesSister BecketsBrother An ChaucersCousin Haveallplayedtheirliterarypart Inmyveryown Divine Comedy Ivebeen a Door a Chair and a Floor covered in Spiral Carpets Beatles Bugz SuperfurryThugz antheoccasional Arctic Monkey Haveplayedtheirpart inmy fantasticalanverymagical menagerie Ivehuggedtrees an’creatureswithfleas an’hostsofgoldendaffodills Beensavingwhaleswithpsychedelictales ImaSamurai eco-warrior Theplanetssafe whileIvegotfaith ButI’llneverabandonmymirror I’mthefoolwholefthishill arebelwithoutapplause I’masilentcinema ComeeachMondayMonday I’lldescendthestairfwayfrommyheaven Andworklikeapoormansson playingthatfoolwhoselefthishill To be standing alone in the corner at All Tomorrows Parties.

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I blew it; today is finished and tomorrow is the promise I can't keep. The only one to blame is me, I am tormented by myself and no other hand can be found to claim sleep nor forgiveness only silence and internal reprimands are my constant; they will stay with me forever. Charming and charmless whispers echo in my ears as eyes ignore the evidence before them and hands reach once more for the gluttonous demon whose promise of what who or why I cannot fathom; do not care to know.

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Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC

ella-gwen

Sustenance

I blew it; today is finished and tomorrow is the promise I can't keep. The only one to blame is me, I am tormented by myself and no other hand can be found to claim sleep nor forgiveness only silence and internal reprimands are my constant; they will stay with me forever. Charming and charmless whispers echo in my ears as eyes ignore the evidence before them and hands reach once more for the gluttonous demon whose promise of what who or why I cannot fathom; do not care to know.

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