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Tar and Silence
I harbor a dark well,
an abyss of tar,
its viscous depths whispering
secrets I cannot name.
It waits, patient,
until the pressure bursts,
and I am drenched in blackness,
painted anew,
a canvas of despair.
The world,
a smudged reflection,
seen through this heavy...
an abyss of tar,
its viscous depths whispering
secrets I cannot name.
It waits, patient,
until the pressure bursts,
and I am drenched in blackness,
painted anew,
a canvas of despair.
The world,
a smudged reflection,
seen through this heavy...
