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Vacate is the word,
Vengeance has no place on me or her,
Cannot find the comfort in this world.
Artificial tear,
Vessel stabbed,
Next up, volunteers,
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...

A truant finds home
And if you hold on,
But there's a trapdoor in the sun
Immortality...

As privileged as a whore,
Victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door.
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered, executed anyhow,
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...

A truant finds home
And if you hold on,
But there's a trapdoor in the sun
Immortality...

I cannot stop the thought,
I'm running in the dark,
Coming up a which way sign,
All good truants must decide...

Oh, stripped and sold, mom,
Auctioned forearm
And whiskers in the sink,
Some die just to live...

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