Cup Of Distance

Under the microscope of effort,

Lacking faces,

Pretty distractions, empty of fruit.

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Promises sworn with crossed fingers to survive,

Lies glitter smeared with sin,

Tell me how much you help from your chair again,

Lacking face,

No effort, nothing to bring

Another empty altar of companionship.

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