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To Detain
His black ink was rushing across
The paper was sinking under its weight
Drops of blood were glinting
And his heart was tearing.
Drying out is the easiet way
A rotten beet cannot feel its putridness
Like a metal that strangles
His scars cannot be hidden.
As wine makes pain fade away
Stinging tears are filling his glass
Drinking it out
Will not help.
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