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the deep

is it ugly that makes them run
a stone thrown across the waters
an attempt at diversion �
amid dire deceit �
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pronounced u �
a lie �
failed protection �
expanded,discarded �
to (the) deep � �
undone �
� �
it is here �
deprivation of sound �
of mind �
is all that matters �
but �
does one matter anymore �
or less �
in the making of men �
� �
the sting in the�salts of the wound �
streaming � �
delicately against a daylight dream �
� �
winds understood �
one can almost hear the breeze �
coiling, caressing � �
cooling the fear �
of being � �
� �
can feelings be �
swept up and left �
lingering alongside the dust �
only living alone �
with moments to roam � �
sheets of thousand threads �
no worry to de-sight � �
mirrored in bloodied night �
waiting for light
of day �
for once to stay