Blades of Tongue

Fondle fluently through consequence,

mismatched placed limbs,

round senses.... makeshift splints,

glaring night events;

Truth withers temptress,

half crafted twists of emptiness;

Splintered wounds endured,

distinct tragedy held ensured;

Blunder of tongue,

vapors invented within lungs,

shield soul firm: in run;

Cover eyes of nightmares loom,

steal a wander and lose;

Flee from inviting sights,

stay you shouldn't to please this fight.

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