| Vogue Strange how you chide me for my use of rhyme, my merriment of tone, and my irreverence towards subject, while you squalor in dreary, morose shades of self-inflicted torment speaking in phrases only you understand. Pity that you are the vogue... lauded by others who seemingly, like you, live lives not worth living in celebration of sorrow as the revelry of life passes you by. |
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