have rain and Majesty
pouring my soul into one feeling
rolled into a trunk for later
the night under my shoe
a heart hanging on one nail
have the right thought
lowered down on my knee
scooped up by a voice
only red turns mute
for tomorrow those push forward
against odds of normality formality
bores
the senses reach around my eye
keep me
me
and them
them
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