Fearless, as most youth can be

I abased my dose of purity

Spent all of my days trying to conquer the night

With reckless curiosity,

I courted Death with intensity

And shunned all chaperones save Pure Delight.

I did not heed the mourning dove

Or the consequence of requited love

Convinced that I was somehow born invincible

I committed the worst of crimes

Social suicide so many times

That even my ghost has now become invisible

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