Boneless Tongue

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Oh,
And your feeble heart!
As they emerged -oh, how they did!
From a defecting mouth.
So you blustered,
Yet nonchalantly, gracefully stood
Shame on you,
In your seclusion!

No light shall perch in sides,
As chastism upon malice.
Lethally embazzling,
In your heretic state,
Shall you abide
-forever-
And surrender to the dark.

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