villanelle style
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My prom dress came in, it does not fit
Hate it so much, burn it if you must
May ninth is so close, such a misfit
It is going back lickety split
Why did I buy it this is a bust
If joy flits away and the candle burns low,
And if children cry while dragons fly,
Turn your eyes to the stars and steady your feet below.
If tears fill your heart of glass, lo!
