Tribute
Beauty unattainable
Perfection I want
Lacking fortune
Compared and judged
An outcast amongst many
Yet there is no hope
Circle of gold
Containing victors
Nature’s lottery winners
Perfectly sculpted
Angle here
Curve there
Worshipped for luck
Hoping the gate lowers
Only for them
Served by all
No force needed
Just blind desire
Needing not the power
I turn
And greet the future
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