am writing again, and it feels good...
Credence...:
A welcomed guest
It was,
Irony.
We had a pact
It would visit
Every now
Every then
It would not hit
I can't see why the deal
One day burst
With splinters
Lacerating my heals
There goes my wavering
Credence
There it goes
Dripping, dripping, dripping…
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