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vault
Promises made
Intention springing forth
Unfurling like a memory
The daunting form of reality

Throwing shade

Upon Every good intention
Buckling under the tension
The core of the promise wilts and fades
The memory of it pervades

The Space

Between what was and what became
Intention died on the blade
Of the March of days
Leaving a stain
For having existed
The memory of it
All that remains
A vague outline persisted
In the vaults of my mind
Haunting the pathways
Of Thought and Reason
Seeping into the cracks
Whispering of deceit and treason
Given credence with every new lesion
Upon my psyche
Wrongdoing is likely
When I see it in every action
Lurking behind pure smiles
Internal caption to innocent interaction
Insidious Rot
Of my thought
Broken Promises

Painting Fault


From the recesses




Of the Vault


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