Blades of Tongue
Fondle fluently through consequence,
mismatched placed limbs,
round senses.... makeshift splints,
glaring night events;
Truth withers temptress,
half crafted twists of emptiness;
Splintered wounds endured,
distinct tragedy held ensured;
Blunder of tongue,
vapors invented within lungs,
shield soul firm: in run;
Cover eyes of nightmares loom,
steal a wander and lose;
Flee from inviting sights,
stay you shouldn't to please this fight.
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