Am I as ugly on the outside as I have become on the interior?
Where is my deity's match, my Satyr?
Perhaps it's a lapse in esteem; denoting me inferior
It's not as if I've been deemed bestial by catarrh
In fact, my nose nicely juxtaposes my face
Perhaps it's karma plaguing me
Relinquishing my ability to nullify my space
So I sit and wait for duality by the sea
And plea that I may find someone that may understand
What it would be like to gain, lose, and resurrect
Take me by the hand, let me take your command
So we may connect and correct all of our defects
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