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Time spent on the faceless. Smooth skin turned abrasive By the scaled scars, my broken heart has created. Serrated blades of blame pierce our veins and, Trickle down pain through broken water mains. A gluttons dinner bell hangs above the poor’s poisoned well. Dead men don’t feast. Lead a horse to water and, Wait for it to drink. Watch the self-defeat. Hand-made desolation by men with no faces. Puppet string desperation keeps us in our places.
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Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 4:23 PM UTC
Men With No Faces
Time spent on the faceless. Smooth skin turned abrasive By the scaled scars, my broken heart has created. Serrated blades of blame pierce our veins and, Trickle down pain through broken water mains. A gluttons dinner bell hangs above the poor’s poisoned well. Dead men don’t feast. Lead a horse to water and, Wait for it to drink. Watch the self-defeat. Hand-made desolation by men with no faces. Puppet string desperation keeps us in our places.
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28/M/NYC
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 4:23 PM UTC
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