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IP:
A weathered man,
Lying motionless,
Gently weeping,
Drowning Slowly,
Deep within...
With fiery cold will,
Twisted with many sides.
To weave sheltering webs,
Playing on the cries.
Dwelling in dark delight
Using truth as a whore.
All to comprehend,
This bitter-sweet war..
Amid dense deception,
That haunts this life...
...is an honest mistake,
Lying motionless,
Gently weeping,
Drowning slowly,
Deep within..
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