UnavailableA Poem by ZaharaThis is an unedited poem...You call me princess. You say my face is priceless. You put me on a pedestal. You create a grand spectacle. But I am sceptical. You think I'm bendable. You look at me as if I'm edible. No! This is unbearable. I am unbreakable. I may be changeable, flexible but I am not playable. I am untameable. Believe me when I say I am no longer attainable. You are erasable. It may have been enjoyable but I am no longer available. I am sorry the number you have dialled is currently unavailable...
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