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Discalced

Restless, frail in my musings
With reverence I'm choosing
To relocate myself and
Where my song belongs

Bare I follow endearing
Against the tides I'm fearing
A ghost like serpent hisses
Hidden in mysteries

My soaked past wanders beneath
Mires abroad, unfolds, deceives
Blank on a canvas misfit
For a corpse entangled deep

Cruel form in torment and play
I found an oddness candid, sleeping bay.
Written by Fishmander
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