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The drops of the past Wells up in my eyes, As my mind purges my soul of the heart stung with Poison. Poison That stains souls. Which remain tainted, In the bright cosmic world, among the naive souls In line to be slain.
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
Purge of the mind
The drops of the past Wells up in my eyes, As my mind purges my soul of the heart stung with Poison. Poison That stains souls. Which remain tainted, In the bright cosmic world, among the naive souls In line to be slain.
Some late nights are different from the other
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
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