Acid

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Every tear burns my eyes,
Like acid rain diluting skies.
My skin blistered under the lies,
Drawing each breathe until it dies.
Although eyes can see,
I am blind
Although lips can breathe,
I have died.
Although feet can run,
I will hide
Like acid rain diluting skies,
I clear my eyes.

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