If you had looked for mellow verse
And beauty carried on a golden plate
Always, always,
Then look not here.
Read my lines you will find beauty.
Read my lines you will find horror
Read my endings in the verses
You will stand up abrupt; start thinking
I will not to shock, but, yes,
To make all thinking.
And in my lines you will find the
Hoar
And in my lines you will find the
raw
And in my lines unpolished you will find
The harsh
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