I see fault and I freeze in place,
I continue on until worry has a trace.
I examine the wound and laugh,
There was no need for mirth.
Determine the source of submission,
Remove all paths for their suspicion.
All that mattered was the moment,
All I was was slightly ugly















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"This is wine red, this is the death of beauty" - The Hush Sound
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"This is wine red, this is the death of beauty" - The Hush Sound
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