08-02

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Throw a pebble to distort

The mingling image beneath the dark cord.

Throw another one to erase

The smirking shame of shadow's face.

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Throw the pebble at the guilt,

Where they could silently rot and wilt.

Throw it at the mist,

Let mistakes weep, crossed off your sinful list.

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Now, you don't have anything more.

Your hands grip, search along your body's core,

But there is nothing, a doll can bestow...

Keep crying, losing, selling... Throw...