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The eyes they stare they scan they judge
like wolves which hunt the young lamb’s heart

The words spill out like beads – lost, dispersed
disparate notes cracked, mute mockeries

The best shuns and shirks into speeches unheard
The shadowy worst spews out, thunders and words

And through it all the brain did freeze and fail
As I a melting piece of wax did stay a figurine
For the thoughtless mouth and heartless fate
to craft and crush into a nothing shape.

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