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The empty sound of wind coiling Through hollow vessels whispers Groans of unheard secret Unseen from the lips from which Its voice echoed   Carrying a lace of touch... Tis a familiar one, But still a foreign tongue garnishes The walls betwixt and between the ears.   A hum, a song,   An earthly reflection of love through A faded sense of albatross... A thickening dissonance Between the soothing delay of Fingertips buried in the roots of a Sentient heart Wrench and twist The angel's song through a Seasonal mind Resonating the lost and the torn. The Betrayer. And in turn, We always destroy what we've Come to love. Defenseless.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
The Betrayer.
The empty sound of wind coiling Through hollow vessels whispers Groans of unheard secret Unseen from the lips from which Its voice echoed   Carrying a lace of touch... Tis a familiar one, But still a foreign tongue garnishes The walls betwixt and between the ears.   A hum, a song,   An earthly reflection of love through A faded sense of albatross... A thickening dissonance Between the soothing delay of Fingertips buried in the roots of a Sentient heart Wrench and twist The angel's song through a Seasonal mind Resonating the lost and the torn. The Betrayer. And in turn, We always destroy what we've Come to love. Defenseless.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
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