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To wallow in and under drown,
To shape a tear, to form a frown.
Exaggerations embracing pain,
They weave a spell to summon rain.
A heart to crush, a mind to flood,
And veins that throb with rivers blood.
Confusion swims where soft truth flies,
A cauldron to mix a concoction of lies.
These fires scar, yet sear no flesh,
While times slow healing turns souls to ash.
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
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To wallow in and under drown,
To shape a tear, to form a frown.
Exaggerations embracing pain,
They weave a spell to summon rain.
A heart to crush, a mind to flood,
And veins that throb with rivers blood.
Confusion swims where soft truth flies,
A cauldron to mix a concoction of lies.
These fires scar, yet sear no flesh,
While times slow healing turns souls to ash.
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