Innate 13
At times my empty and tangled eyes betray
To believe this I need more than mere faith
In this cold and desolate ward of mind
Intoxicated truth I bear inside
At times this shattered being is lost
For it all is gone Ive sharpened the blade in my dreams
In alteration I have broken old entities
In a kind of&nbs
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