Deformed may my arm be
Yet I fondle it now
Maybe with twisting and
Love and care, for always.
Deformed is my face now,
Just a day ago I
Felt like loving the world
For its beauty and tears.
My life is unhappy
And sad, as well my mouth
Can bring new joy and smile,
The very laughter comes.
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