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Shriveled, clutching a beating chest A beat, pause. Automatic hesitation. A crowded room surrounded with noise and light and myself At a stand-still. Suffocated, snuffed out Unable to reach-- To grasp inside my throat. And I see red, a collision of petrification and passion still hidden from most. There's an invisible curtain here. They won't come to me and I won't come to them. Flickering candlelight, embers across a jagged shore, I throw my arms out trying to grasp and throw out my thoughts before the survival mode and they're cloaked. But when I do call out, will it all go wrong? I open my mouth and, look, I did it again Better to keep it all in then make another mistake. And I'll still see red until my words bleed I see red I see red I see red.
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
I See Red
Shriveled, clutching a beating chest A beat, pause. Automatic hesitation. A crowded room surrounded with noise and light and myself At a stand-still. Suffocated, snuffed out Unable to reach-- To grasp inside my throat. And I see red, a collision of petrification and passion still hidden from most. There's an invisible curtain here. They won't come to me and I won't come to them. Flickering candlelight, embers across a jagged shore, I throw my arms out trying to grasp and throw out my thoughts before the survival mode and they're cloaked. But when I do call out, will it all go wrong? I open my mouth and, look, I did it again Better to keep it all in then make another mistake. And I'll still see red until my words bleed I see red I see red I see red.
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
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