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Like a thief in the night
So uninspired, self-loathing
The Earth shook the Devil’s hand
The kiss of the vampire moon
The innocence of a newborn babe
Flames of fire licking at my salty tears
Take a long walk off the short end of a pier
The stride is resolute, coupled with wounded pride
Very bad things run through your mind
When the face owns no language
A blank wall of indifference
Landed punches sound like cinder block
No pain, no lacerations, just scars

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