where did you go the night of the battle sublingual?
where I said that what drew
that thundered his tears where
that fell from heaven where
flocks of hypocrisy flowing from your mouth
truths hidden in the habit
a sip poison that is killing
to what once germinated
missing cradle
misgivings seed of resentment breviary
time does not heal all
directly proportional the years
is disregard
life as long as mine
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