"Now that my roses are starting to rust,
all of your fairies are turning to dust."
all of your fairies are turning to dust."
That's wonderful. That really is. The death of the past, the magic and the wonder, because of progress, because of industrialisation, yeah? That's insightful, that's magical, and the way in which she interprets this passing of societal views... it's sublime.
So yeah, it's not because I hate poetry. I hate bad poetry. I hate people taking advantage of a situation, and the work lacking that emotional resonance.
This is good. This is effective.
Exeunt.
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