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within the muddy pond

I'm trying not to drown

can’t see my hand

in front of my face

invisibly groping my way

to the pristine origin

between the lovers

and the lonesome

each piece

seems equal

each piece

appears unique

we hardly survive

by keeping our heads clear

of evil thoughts

everyone is declared to be

the offender

everyone feels to be

the victim

unseen, unspoken

within the muddy pond

between the lovers

and the lonesome

each piece

seems equal

each piece

appears unique

yet they point at

the sore spots/the weaknesses

of one another

self-appointed judges

roaming with their jury

pronouncing sentence

at just a glance

without faltering

they won't let us go

even if we'd confess

instead, they twist our words

and we are falling

into the pond again

self-appointed judges

roaming with their jury

pronouncing sentence

at just a glance

without faltering