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[horrorwrought]

Sadly too often
alone some soul
falls forlorn.
Worth in disrepute
at the whimsical hand
of fickle disregard.
No saving grace to stop
the suspiring spiraling,
surrendered hope sinking.
Unless they're one of the blessed
of vanity's fortune gifted.
And their disdain damns
to covetous demons of denial.