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The sensual sour of unknown,
Is a taste I’ve newly acquired.
The discreet wings of truth
Flew by with but no notice.
Murky windows, fogged with lies,
Cover untold threads spun long ago.
Their tales told by wind,
Only heard by few who listen.
As belief thickens, yarn toils.
Hidden deception, a new aggression.
The fires of fury overcome the helpless,
As we all are drawn to their blaming ways.
A river of sorrow crushes the weak,
For the ones seeking false redemption.
A secret.





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earth2dragon said...
Apr. 16, 2009 at 3:42 am
Ooh. Intriguing! <3

Love it Emily!
 
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