Fool:
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The sun falls through the windows,
Caressing your exterior . . .
. . .
Your scars swim to the surface,
Moving on your skin like, insects.
The powers that surround you,
Are all,
Emotionless.
Alluring you;
Their seductive ways,
Keep on,
Pulling you . . .
And moving through you.
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The rain falls to the earth,
As it does sometimes.
The life that gives it birth,
Breathes,
And the heavens stir,
Before,
They stop forever.
Your scars, linger on the surface,
Secreting the sour odor of your, incense.
. . .
Your incest.
The powers that confound you,
Are all,
Emotionless.
Seducing you;
Their, destructive ways,
Keep on,
MOVING THROUGH YOU . . .
And using you as their tool.
. . .
. . .
(Fool)