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Don’t call me nasty
I can be tasty.

Why are you so feisty?
Oh, you aren’t my bestie.

Roped me,
Groped me,
Dropped me,
When the light was dim.
Nobody fixed me.

Chains…
More chains…
Caged…
Phased…
When I looked at the sky,
I remained gazed.

Emptiness has a hole,
Light glowing on a pole.
What is my role?
What is my goal?

Is love something
That beautifies my soul?