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It Begins with a Twitch...
It's my hair and my face
that lead me bcack to this place
with the roads all uneven
and jagged sunshine
causing lines of age
on the insides
where the joy used to roam
at ease.
ad the hollow shell
was once at peace.
Appearing violently
it prys at the sadness
and chews away shreds of sanity
permanently scarring the skin
Things all begin with a twitch
a fateful expression
emotionless rage.
Progressing into silence
quicker than birds taking flight
