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![]() Covered Liquid demons Hide inside Exiting through the skin But no one Can come in. Illusions become real And one by one The trinkets in my hands Replace God's Son. In this velvet dungeon Scraps of old dreams Appear before my eyes Coming apart at the seams. Music plays old pain Echoes of outlines That could only be drawn By one in the rain. The inner glass shines clearly Mud still clinging to the walls Hiding what others won't see Acknowledging only the claws. Several of the Old Commandments Ride high on the wind Yet Law is no more If good intentions Are what you send. ~ Aimea | ![]() | ![]() |
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