The Remainder

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Crimson shadows scattered on my shores,
Blocking reinforcements to my core.
The walls are tall but brittle now
The moats are dug, but shallow
Wings flap in the distance
A light shines, but blinding
No eyes, no mouth, no voice.
No.
No.
No hope without trepidation
Tripping over sharp rocks again
The wounds never healed
The wounds...
Hidden beneath my clothes
Hidden in my core.
Unseen, unheard of, under the influence.
Lost, found, lost, found, lost, found, lo...
The remainder.

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