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A man of mystery to some.
A brittle hunchback to others.
What design makes a man such.
So as that his beauty is hidden
Within the societies simple shadows.
A simple man may walk for miles
Without one glance from others.
Yet the wasted must peel off
The straggling followers
With their boots of chaos.
They kill time with blades
Of brutal mercy as women shed
Clothes for a glimpse of kindness.
