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Face of Fallacy

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Crippled of ripe words,
We stand stiffly among this
Unwelcome air.

Beathe.

Transpired tension is pinched,
Pulled of tendancies,
Plucked by selfish fingers.

Unexpected apathy grips me,
My sanity...

Breathe.
Breathe.





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