Down there, deep in the abyss,
Spilt with confusion.
Smiles to enjoy in the dark,
Tears to erode in dark confidence.
Tears to shed without purpose,
Tears to share repproval.
Itching to mend the past,
Scratching to scrape a good becoming. Conscience of canes to whip,
One`s that hold the fools foot,
One full of pride in correction.
Tears of pain,
Tears of joy,
Which one to hold,
Which one to let go?
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