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The Bathing Of The Pains

By: AemmaBella

Page 1, Wash away the harshness of pain.

Let silence marry thy world in pain

Settling in muse fivefold in disdain.

Hush! thou speaketh...thou shall gesticulate instead.

Silently cursing thy souls with dread

Running thy waters from blackened orbs

Intoxicating thine owns soul contours.

Sit- bekneeled before thy prime

Utter thy secrets thy soul does hide

Release the poisons the worlds bequeathed

Bathe thyself in thine owns liquidy light,

Cover thyself in sequence tonight

And declair thy pain be dressed or ceased.

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