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Apr 2015
Moth mouth never liked to fly
She was afraid of the light;
Darkness empowered her
A cloak to hide in,
Was all she knew.
On a closed door she whispered
To the dust
And suede,
That the light would restore her;
Despite her greatest fears
And it was then
She knew
**The greatest things are accomplished
When you face your fears
Lachrymose and Lies
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Lachrymose and Lies  In a tormented mind
(In a tormented mind)   
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