shunned from eye's judgement
weary eyes fixed, stretched
ridiculous, stupid expectations of the victim
falling back, turning back the tongue into venom
the waves that were once stirred with hope, potential and possibility
now wrestled and in mercy of misfortune and anger
so let yourself crawl back into this closet
this skin won't shed
and hide under this veil of yours,
yeah, the one you hid under once before
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