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Mercy
The river flows, along tightened dreams
echoing beyond the valleys ridge,
sweat lingers upon the chipping edge,
pulling forward the shadows of time.
The wind whispers fables within a howling
nightmare, forever heard, the cries
of white water nymphs.
Swim, as gentle fantasies bubble, beneath
the greening moss, floating atop covered eyes.
This fear of loss, deeply coated in veined
clouds, images feast upon tender zeal.
Quietly reversed skin decays, softened, by a
golding climatic torment.
This mortal shiver, passion trembles into
the lifeblood, ripples murmur in the heart.
Quickly roots shall expand, to seize the
walls of reality, enclosing upon the soul.
Enjoy this bed of roses…….coup de grace.
Thorns of blood, red rivers, petals upon the waves,
mortality, fades into the earth.
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you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does
p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes. 
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