When word turn to quiver
Lets the ocean unfurl the tidal quiver
Wide yet some lexicon
Frosty eyes fall behind
Crying no-consent flakes
Love converge in lies
When insults swaddle the mirth all certainty cradle in grievance
May if sorrow flutters wraith
The intrigue march out
So that,
When the sparks vanished
Will pain no more linger
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