A mimicry cast behind me,
Haunting every little step,
Spying every move,
Scans me in depth,
My daily guard,
Sometimes graces me,
Sometimes disgraces me!
Though guards my heart,
These swampy hole!
Engraved with daggers
Words of loath,
Filling up thé emptiness
That twines the toungue
The venomous liquor
Lurking up the throat
At the corner it blossoms
At the wall,
On the floor,
Targeting the next me
Always in silence
Doesn't Love
Neither hug
Nor kiss
Hangs around and allover,
Waiting for the twilight
To disappear
In these puzzle.
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