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Jun 2016
False faces
Bound in heresy
Of sinister misread intent
Judge behind jovial masks.
In tones of whisper
Cloaked by darkness,
Shadowy figures
Gather in corners
Conspire and wager.
Terror in the betrayal
Of venomous words
Dripping on your name
Stumbling from lips.
Days are dark
And comrades are few.

Trust no one.
Written by
A Embers
510
   Dana Colgan
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