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Sorrow ravages my heart ,
as I search for what nourishes us,
We are an unlovable lot,
Changelings, detestable as many have thought
I woe as I seek,
Those who love so deep,
To nourish our need,
And the joys that you keep,
What sorrow,
The uncertainty of morrow,
Shunned and hated,
So wrongly treated,
Why fate,
Must you give us this burden,
By making our need,
A love which was taken,
We have hearts, we have souls,
Just like those stallions, mares and foals,
Why shroud us in their fears,
When we could just be their dears,
A simple wish,
Just before I finish,
Will they not love us for who we are,
And not shun us from afar
When will they love us
For our true being
Changelings, in form and meaning,
To love us without fearing.
A half-assed poem med by moi: inspired by [link]