A Chanson
Alone in the dark,
Thinking through the day,
Not sure where to start,
Even what I might say;
Another lost day,
So much like the rest,
All words held at bay,Walking on eggshells.
The smallest of sparks
Might set you ablaze,
The fire could start
Any number of ways;
I’m always to blame,I soon fail the tes…
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