Emotion is aggressive in its mannerisms
Dejection flirts with souls painfully
As if it were budding magnolia
Melancholia grows exponentiallyFelicity, never birthed, but already dead
Displeasure is handled by its horns
With sharp thorns that perforate
The heart once filled with flowers
But overridden with hate
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