O ye of many faces, whose stumbles seal the coffin
A bloom to bring the latest cos trials shed too often
A bloom to bring the latest cos trials shed too often
In whispers fake an orchard, affection just like coughing
Belies the lately tortured can't hide or make it soften
The mask you kept eliding grows warped in its concealing
Its grin i fight abiding despite an endless healing
This risk entails some chances pulseflutters utter their namea
Pproaching through the branches, heatstroke blurs the barrel's aim
Ears ring
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