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truth internal a truce within all shades grey surrender to shadow & sun beheading medusa with eyes in ice & mirrors turned stone, alone & waiting in the last of winter cold truth internal carving cruel lies whispered in the nadir night rejecting dagger drawn spite spilling lifeblood on desert sands that drink dry poison from self- inflicted wounds here is the truth borne like bone in waiting for grass to grow
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