Hold me n this pain
Lest I forget to shed
These evil cells and
Envious thoughts of you.
There are whispers in
The corner and beyond
The heavy due,
A trail forged by a
Dragged axe
Is it a clue?
Drooping specs of
Crippling sights fall on
The retina and so
The deception is complete.
I thought it was a sponge
It was concrete
Now a pool bitter sweet.
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