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 | Unforgiven 
Left with nothing but
 a cavity
 filled with sharp scissors of pain
 hope becomes doped up
 too much to handle
 the onslaught burgeoning
 leaves candles out
 the midst of day becomes the bitter shade
 the roar
 inside no compromise
 take the full bout
 the moments rest
 may happen.
 
 
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