Pain

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Pain, a universal language.
Whimpers, cries, exaltions of whaling pitch that fluctuate.

Pain, the facade of anguish.
Angst, fear, dispisure, a heavy heart - of mawkish trait.

Pain, a blurry canvas.
Death, poverty, hunger, thirst - invibrantly pallated paint.

Pain, a deathly sentiment - which feeds on joy; in unseen ambush.

Pain, the lonely devil's standard - an easy mock, a simple gleeful giggle for those who pity weakness; a feast for those who stone the meagre and who have no margin for meekness.

Pain, if you're a player then you'll not mind the shock; you'll recognise how ordinary it is and how not to let the penny drop.

Pain, a universal language. Between real and ideal it's sandwiched.

Pain, undulating within your core. It's funny how the taste of blood, splashed; raw, can curdle your stomach yet make you crave more.

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