Reblogged from Cliffette's Journal:

I'm born of the uppermost caste, finally disgraced.

You are of that enemy side, the name, we must not take.

But still, by whose fault and curse, we met by the face?

Whose bad luck was it when I fell into the gorge?

Even though, never expected those answers.

But during those hot sleepless nights,

When my mind shuts itself out,

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