Attack on Poetry #1

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The edges of a mind now burning away
Swallowed by a monster can't seem to be pushed away.

What's broken, sometimes cannot be fixed
The actual face, must forever remain eclipsed.

A dying whisper stands alone
Like a trooper facing the unknown.

Everyone has a chapter they haven't ever read out loud
The words are always wrapped in a pitch black shroud.

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