Caricamento in corso...

it would seem

there seems no edge to this sword
as it razors down to my neck,
and the whistle from the wind of a swing
gives my ears a tiny kiss,
mitigate my love and hope
this pain lays at the feet of me,
a tear in the fabric of honesty
a tear down the cheek of conceit,

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