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Epicurium's hardest journey was loathed with a passion
oh the hunger, the waste
your paper's largest yearning has been cloaked in fasion
how i ponder, how i make haste
self-styled with a pen among the heroes
backed by civic dissent, thirsting for a merit
i ran as Wilde's friend silenced by the echoes
i trudged with a livid expense, helped by the saarif
Fuck Epicurium, your passing came with my failure
Wilde's a fraud, disaster stews your being
i am not your hunger but your waste.
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