an untarnished agony
a bittersweet perfection
my relentless irony
is hope without direction

an undoubted misery
a beautiful reflection
my internal bribery
is love without affection

an unyielding honesty
a torturous confession
my forgotten modesty
is lust without discretion

an unforeseen clarity
a crystal clear confusion
my ungiving charity
is dream without delusion

an unabashed mystery
an amorous affliction
my unwritten history
is not without addiction


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