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How Wooden My Intelligence Seems In Reflection

Simplify the radius of my hate with a forked tongue full of madness,

your dialogue has come from the same place as my own yet it seems more tainted than my own,

is it your lips that make the words sound of a different nature,

or is it the lies that spew forth from then that take the toll of insanity,

whatever the case,

however the depths they fall,

Inevitably there will be an ending to befall thy hands,

it’s only time and who it will be that is left to chance,

the rest,

all the in-between,

is mine and yours…

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