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Humid walls of jaded stone
Plain surface for blinded hands
Has a light through its mouth shone?
Yet this oiled shame descends

Hold yourself with heart alone
By your throat a scream impends
Fingers rimming through your bone
Skin and blood made caustic sands

Trust not tears, for they don’t cry
People mourn with hidden laugh
If be tears inside one eye
In the other will be spite
Ridicule this bloom of death
Spit on that abhorrent light