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Blinded Sight
A slow string of guilt binds,
cinching on minutes gone by.
Insuring continued eyes full,
of tears emptiness obliged to supply.
Blunt scatterings of narratives fill my mind,
leaving little room for logic.
Deaths bitter sweet...
cinching on minutes gone by.
Insuring continued eyes full,
of tears emptiness obliged to supply.
Blunt scatterings of narratives fill my mind,
leaving little room for logic.
Deaths bitter sweet...
