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And, it tore through dumb claim; 
the fakes had commingled with 
the truth. Nowhere my soul 
found peace. 

One by one shadows were losing 
their skeletons. The tarnished face 
was forced to recant its nose 
and shrank into hole. 

Blood grievously turned grey 
and skin tanned blue in fierce withdrawl. 

He tracked naked in squall 
of abuse leaving the eyes for blind rubbers 
and bald wolves.Legs tweet, the child 
is coming back home.