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Crimson shadows weave its web

Walking the line of lies beyond

Kept apart from what we see

Darkness blinds our lifeless pond

Yet still waters erupt with fashion

Blanketing our desires in motion

Not a soul left mind of sound

Kept the web from its own motion

How careless the blinds eye be

Never turning upon a stranger

Leaving left what was to be

Never daring to turn the page

Light from above blocked the view

From shadows earthed and stretched

Can it be a liar’s bed?

Raised of light bore to head

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