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Acid Tongue

You tell me to scrape the acid from my tongue.
You tell me to let the beauty of the world saturate my paper, untainted and pure,
Like rain drops on a spring afternoon. Quenching the thirst of the innocence starved world.
You tell me to close my tired brown eyes and
Give way to but a moment in time,
That lies untouched by the filthy hands of my own anxious mind.



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