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SINS ARE DILUTED

                                                   SINS ARE DILUTED

Ancestral sins
Diluted with passive time
Flows over screen
Vows and silence decay
leaving life dry and dreadful
Predator circling at heights
Prey stretches out
Without fear or facile. 

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