The sun blocks the darkness from entering
The fun blocks the pain of nowness
The cast grays blocks the blues of the smiles
The dark skin blocks the center the blacks, blues
The warmth blocks the freezing cold bitterness
The ignorance blocks the peace of painless
The eyes block the center of reality
The canvas block the passion of weakness
The hands block the closeness of grace
The heart blocks the sins of giving
The wakeness blocks the guilty of staying
The chair blocks the truth of the past
The creatures block the cup of fullness
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
The sun blocks the darkness from entering
The fun blocks the pain of nowness
The cast grays blocks the blues of the smiles
The dark skin blocks the center the blacks, blues
The warmth blocks the freezing cold bitterness
The ignorance blocks the peace of painless
The eyes block the center of reality
The canvas block the passion of weakness
The hands block the closeness of grace
The heart blocks the sins of giving
The wakeness blocks the guilty of staying
The chair blocks the truth of the past
The creatures block the cup of fullness
some are literally, some figurative and some only I can understand
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