confront this silence with well spoken words
heavy footsteps on cold wet leaves
this shot up house is out of room
it all comes out when night falls
this mountain side does not have a sign
words that sound raw are still valid
two steps back but still closer to home
desire always runs in circles
with these skies who needs sunlight
a fool’s defense lies in the gutter
it sounds fake but tastes like the real thing
the blessing got lost somewhere in between
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