Die! Die with these lies!
Stab me invisibly,
Act harsh and look nice
And wow! I’m wounded neatly.
Die! Die with this truth!
A taste of your sweet dagger.
My vivid unwanted berth
As an incurable sore bearer.
Die! Die with these epithets!
The love song of the plague.
And for my dear etiquette,
A heartfelt sham embrace.
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