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Circle of Sin

I wash my hands
In your fountain of sin
Where the water is crystal clear
And tainted from the those within
Vigorously scrubbing
Through your vapid heart
The water still glistening
From tears shed before
And when the sink drains
Your sin still remains
Resonating softly
The marble stained
By the unmistakable pain
That never ceases to resonate



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