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Athair

Once the Man of the house: he crumbled with the lies.

Lies drip the walls and seep into the foundation of love.

Love flees the shriveling and watery land: deserted of truth.

His mouth bleeds lies that effortless ease his mind.

His mind spins the black, uncontrollable whirlpool.

The whirlpool mars the innocents: tainted victims.