The Sapling - 2

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The fountain of your tears,
     how it burns the flesh of my lungs
As you sit in place of my heart,
     how it shakes the blood in my veins
Where you grovel and whine in terror,
     how it muffles the caves of my ears

Causing me to miss the truth
Causing me to hear in halves
Causing me to let my ass
             Suffer more

Little boy,
  coated in blood,
    why do you stay here?

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