wounded

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sins without explanation
yet grudges without valor hold my hands in a knot
in a series of mazes and discoloration
with a thumping symphony deep inside my chest
crushed between demolition and rough waters
on her placid beaches, without a single storm
in my mind, i've been shattered
without a single vein of my heart being torn

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