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Tails behind the shape of life
Wave as if they’re free of pain;
The sense beneath the shrouded shrines
Deceive the ones beyond.
Scattered fragrances of ecstasy
Don’t raise the levels of every breed.
A tail behind the shape of life
Can feel the metaphysical skies,
But the mark of guilt on the forehead
Can’t give anything, but rain.
~amirflame

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