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Cold Feet

As a mumbled day roars into the night
You awe at turmoil within sight
You rally hope deciphering in blind
And snap dead over guilty grind
You howl oppression to a tyranny inclined
While a stone numbs you too in hind
You are a masquerade charade of a time
Also drowned in an unworthy slime -
All that gained in revolt to a tornado
A subtle breeze oozes in
A drop from the eye
Mind over matter into
An invisibility you shatter
As crippled regards for matters of mind
You fall a shadow to own reflection
And curse the mirror in drab fashion
Thus you summon
An adventure into the night
Within all the while
Chatters anger your fright.

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