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Fraudulent Payment Of Resurrection
I collected the currency of my failings inserting voices
into the deluge of my figurine dancing on the precipice
of my tainted visage.
But I was short of necessitates, fraudulent reimbursement
was reincorporated, and I was woven unwept as the distresses
of what I had done wove upon my silhouette.
Blank verses were woven on my pools of sky blue, now vacant
only snow flakes of nothingness fell on my perception.
I was not as before I was whole but concussed in creation.
Interwoven, incomplete essences of me. I wasn't that which
was reflected outwards, all that was now interlaced in an
abomination of false reflections and I paid the ultimate price.
On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)
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