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There's blood been spilt in this hole where you left
Your veins run dry with emptiness
This worn out shell has cost you dear
Whist your bones they ache and shake with fear
These salt ashes surround my feet
Whilst bitter hopes make you sit and weep
In FLECKS you fall and lose your flair
In flames you fall don't softly care
In the dark you rest
And hold your tounge
Dressed in ivy
Not too young
In awe, you thaw
But not remain
Your skin clings tight
To your narrow frame
But in FLECKS
In FLECKS you rise and fall in fear
Whilst poison thoughts collect too near
Your faith restored you lost in vain
Whist the lonely souls collect in pain
Your echoes are born in a static air
And silence suggests you've lost your care
These blinding lights emit your sight
Whilst burning hopes bind you tight
In the dark you rest
And hold your tounge
Dressed in ivy
Not too young
In awe, you thaw
But not remain
Your skin clings tight
To your narrow frame
But in FLECKS

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