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This cuts my eye
Deep within
A splinter of knowledge
Remembering
Digging deep the more
I try to draw it out
Belief’s a poor player
Cuckolded by doubt

Tiny rivulets
Tearing precious eyes
Lethal as a sword
But not by size
Once it cuts within
Cannot turn away
Yearning for the night
Only garish day

Splinter in my side
Splinter in my heart
Kills me by degrees
This is how it starts

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