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Blood ran slowly down my cheeks
Desperation
Fingers trace the cryptic meanings
Written on the wall
Misinterpretations
Cross down and over the lines and boundaries we drew together
I am not your slave
God will sit lazily on his throne
Forged from lost human hopes
Lined with forgotten dreams and draped with screams
I am so afraid of the voices I hear in my quiet places
Sometimes I want to pack up everything that rests inside my memories of you
And not leave a single trace
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