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Sin
Our souls have gone drab and dreary
like the color of a rotten  apple
from sins we've committed in the
defining hours of our *life
The grudge you hold
is eating you whole
For you don't see
your soul seems
like a festering sore.
Still soaking from the malady
I almost drowned in
I'm chased
yet by another one.
The urge of something new
craves in me
like the claws of a hawk
deep into the skin of its prey.
Oblivious to time  
wasted my prime      
I did a crime          
of wasting time

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