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A Poem by Veil
The conscienceSeems a measure of collected lawsPausing life and draining timeLicking clean its plate while despising its mealAnother wasted memory.
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A Poem by Veil
I feel peace
comfort
resplendent
posthumous repose.
But very much alive
Tentacles electrified
and hair standing on end.
And you are now
a..
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