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They found me empty-eyed
Facing disaster and silver nitrate ponds
On the land of the miracle makers
And slaves
They found me with my hands tied
Forced to fracture under scrutiny of fallen feathers,
Cheerful demons and gasping breezes
On thin air
They found me straying
Away from the copper taste of nothingness,
The exhilaration of weakness
And low-whispered conspiracies
I am as they found me
An icicle restrained with madness,
The new child to an oblivion mother,
And I breathe now…more and more…only fear
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Submission Name: Fearfind
