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Scars do not necessarily dissolve over night,
whomever spat hasty rhyme, 
fantastic distortions carry bound sight,
never met nor held mine;

monsters hide underneath,
diverting hospitality,
sensationally sweet tea,
yet -
mine know those illustrious poisons one can feed;

foreboding craze
anticipate wrecking a decent day,
deep seeded neurosis...
take over mind easily;

tell these sounds,
better keeping screams buried down,
I'll never gaze night without,
reapply woven doubt;

littered scars eternal,
own piffling infernal.