Please note the carefully-chosen rhythmic structure of this poem, and
the quite obvious amount of work that has gone into it. It's about the
futility of life, and conformity, and the personal triumph of
discovering individuality. It's also about love, and death, and hatred,
and everything. It works on so many levels!

My Face

My face, my face, my face.
My face, my face, my face.
My face, my face, my face.
My face, my face, my face.

Look at my face
Look at my face
Look at my face
Look at my face

My face, my face, my face.
My face, my face, my face.
My face, my face, my face.
My face, my face, my face.

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Since the poetry board was implemented, I have toiled long and hard. The
above poem was the result of years of labour, but it is a labour truly
borne of love. Please do not mock or belittle me for my efforts.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 299 AF.