the truth

the irony of fate is dipped in memories;
hereditary pains are felt deeply in time;
so many similarities, and yet different;
relatedness transpires out of one being,
[tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent]

the tear from an eye is a quintessence;
the tear from the other eye, it's voodoo;
the sighs are the utmost uttered feelings
of each molecule running with the truth,
[tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent]

each second is watching for any gesture;
the location respires the entire decor;
the thoughts travel through pictograms
drew by the vapor of some mixed savors,
[tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent]

(benzodiazepines)ⁱ 

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