The window opens as if by design,
And the breezes trickle straight through the screen,
With a sincere desire to confine
The haughty spirits of a heart so mean:
While furious thoughts rework the mindframe,
In which an imprint stood of time so real,
Until the specter of more of the same
Made moments once pure make movements unpeel:
Though throughout this thorough litigation,
Somehow, new blood began to flow inside,
And inside the frame, insinuation
Began to creep out of where faiths reside:
Where the wall is empty, just look harder,
A sharp vision might make you a martyr.

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