Cassiopeia
People cry over self-esteem, biassed beauty simply in the physical cacophony- I only ever feel ashamed and utterly inferior placed beside a master of talent. She could be gorgeous- still when I hear her flaunt her eloquence, I silently quiver- this is just a poem- with her it is a life.
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