Before the Fall
December 6, 2018
Standing red with black behind me
Dull faces broken in spirit
Feelings lead to isolation of the heart
Steel bushes divide my sins from theirs
Inserting distance between people
Unknowing hands hold my unconscious thoughts
Closing palms keep my brain from taking a breath
Forced notes strain my voice
And diminish clear thought
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