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The latter, he had said, was the daughter of a Portuguese trader whom he had met in Africa; and did not like English ways. She, with an infant son born in Africa, had accompanied him back from the second and longest of his trips, and had gone with him on the third and last, never returning. No one had ever seen her closely, not even the servants; for her disposition had been violent and singular.

H. P. Lovecraft, Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family

Only the Despicable

There's someone in my head, but who is he?
Someone gave a name but it's not me.
Gone is one that put me wide and far.
A meager comfort brings I left a scar.

For only the despicable would wish for more than bread.
Only the deplorable have thought less than they said.
Only the detestable would choose to themselves to frame.
Only the despicable would try the wall of shame.

Love's an endless stream except when not,
Not to touch when lust is death and rot.
One despise that reeks hypocrisy,
Cowardice hides in stupidity.

But only the despicable would wish for more than bread.
Only the deplorable have thought less than they said.
Only the detestable would choose to themselves to frame.
Only the despicable would dare the wall of shame.

There's someone in my head but is it me?
In bitter frostmist's land a tomb to see.
When in direst need a beast I got—
Who's this one who'd tell me what I'm not?

Now only the despicable would wish for more than bread.
Only the deplorable have thought less than they said.
Only the detestable would choose to themselves to frame.
Only the despicable would break the wall of shame.

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