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'I left my dreams in the sand... On a beach, named Weirs With a plight of distaste... ...and, one more demon for each freckle on Her face' The smoke cleared between my eyes I wrestled with each plagued notion of solace My indifference indentured every passing second-- Here, I am the only fool There is no place to flee from this silence The past is all that speaks Reflection is Epimethius' fool: I am staggering to relieve all which haunts me This callous heart of stone defeats me I deceive my own endeavors These two eyes have seen far too much As they fall back into their defense...