Words that once flowed swiftly
With a light brush of the hand
Are marred and scribbled angrily
Words strewn in one long strand
I feel the pain in this new style
Emanating from the page
They whisper of a time long past
Before this newfound rage
One tries to guess as to why
The Beauty changed to Beast
So find the answer and the reason
Then this pain shall be ceased
 
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