Ball Point Bled

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Seems no one tells your secrets so
Of devious seeds that you grow
The seeds of hatred that you plant
You dug for me, it was unplanned
And when I was the first you saved
I held a distance in your cave
You tell me their tales with no fault
How safe are mine in your glass vault
You write your evils in a book
Future enemies take a look
But trust so easy, be misled
The esteemed ball point will be bled

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