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A tear falls silent
a distant pain
stabs deeply
opening shadows
of ones past
reflected in pools
of your souls regret
forever stained
in the memory
that you painted
in the minds
of all that
cursed and loved
you regardless
of the ignorance
spat in your name
for legends are
tools for puppeteers
that want to use
a good name
to weave a web
of deceitful traps
to ensare the lost
to gain what
is not earned
through virtue of character
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