Endless pursuit
She pushes to a degree of satire
In the hope of her empire
Concluding a reform so real
Is how she feels when she types
Or even skypes her life
I’m embellishing on my behavior
Here, is the me, and you is the i
Circumferencing the realm of intellect
That postulates my scenery
Your dialect is precarious
At your seems it tears
And your marks seem so rare
But in truth you stare only
In your youth at your own skin
If you had chosen to pursue
A venue so extinct as mine
You also would cherish what is sublime
To spirit.
This is my kiss of fate to lose your conceit.
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