No One Will Ever Come To Esteem You a Star In Their Bosom
alone,and scarred, no hope for you to gain
that which you've sought with love and pain.
No one will ever come to esteem you a star
in their bosom nor visit from afar.
The arrow sparred you no victims for food
You wonder the wasteland a starving man,
moribund by starvation whom none wooed.
You cried out and none heard you dying on the sand.
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