Epitome, Epitomie Epitome, Epitomie, A girl, a god, or in between? A creature that can live and breath Yet stop time with her presence. Epitome, Epitomie, A pillar of what #life could be, A Benchmark so that we could see That all are not born equal. Epitome, Epitomie, A blight upon the lives we lead, Fires burn, flames she feeds, Blazing on our vanities, Illuminates banalities, Shatters mediocrity, Every flower becomes a weed, Every gust, a storm at sea, Every smile, a tear unseen, Yet she will always be my queen, In sickening, pathetic dreams, In which she deigns to look at me.
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