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Indistinct
You could never perceive me
No matter how hard you tried
An indistinct soul lingering
Embedded in my weary flesh
A few hundred doors
Locked tight from the inside
The keys too rusted and eroded for use.
A heart that beats oddly
Filling my veins full of vermillion
Something of a poison
Marching with the hourglass
My eyes behold the cracks
As they refuse to shatter
Everyone stands silent, not quite aware.
