Pain that once was thought to be lost
Has come again, from the scars
That they imprint on all of us
Blank stares pierce your smitten eyes
Meaning was once found and now
What was once was beautiful
Draws signs of hatred
Drawing signs, so rage has direction
It needs to find somewhere
Always it will find a way
To land in your hands
To play with it as you will
Open again, the business left undone
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