The searing resonations, of your thoughtless words,
Condemn the sharpest Nations, to ignorance deferred.
Prefer to heed the calling, of the bitter butterfly,
In my dreams I'm falling, to a vicious lullaby.
Crying scarlet rivers, for all the choking memories,
Our love's become misfigured, from these force-fed pleasantries.
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