Scholarship Symbolism
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he was a secret that I regret keeping locked away, deep inside my soul he stayed he shook hands with my fearshe befriended my pain
Through a foggy glass, figures outlines bleed through.
With no hesitation the precipitation wiped clean, water residue on fingertips cold like morning dew.
The foggy glass unsheathed
The spine of its blade now peaks,
