A Critic's Dark Soul
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Shaun Cronick
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They'll stab you with their steely knives,
And slyly whisper words of malice.
Trying so hard to get in you head,
To rack and ruin your memory palace.
They all belittle your latest work,
Proclaiming it's so dreadfully cliched.
Their abject cruelty knows no bounds,
When a critic's dark soul is displayed.
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