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No words but a bitten tongue
catering his existence
far back when he was young
No body bludgeoned, only a whimpered breath
meshed and camouflaged and defying death
When he departed, dismissed to exist
no one could hurt him
his realm to resist
When he ran away
fooled into faith of a vast escape
defiled by a new phase of pain
blanded words, his mouth agape
he fell in the field of forgotten ones
found dead without a world, and never a name
and no family to admit
the wasted life and his abominable shame
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