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My tea has run cold.
It has fallen down my throat
And has frozen the words that sought refuge
In the caverns that dig deep into my flesh.
I swallow it down
Just as no one else around my blazing breath had;
Trading persecution for redemption.
Such a blind fate as the one I choose. Yet,
It is in the broken-in jacket that my body has become that I recede into
To find a warmer slumber.
It has fallen down my throat
And has frozen the words that sought refuge
In the caverns that dig deep into my flesh.
I swallow it down
Just as no one else around my blazing breath had;
Trading persecution for redemption.
Such a blind fate as the one I choose. Yet,
It is in the broken-in jacket that my body has become that I recede into
To find a warmer slumber.
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