It was too quite for a while
And voices loud’ve been and unforgiving
The screech and scratch and catchcathcatch
The witch the thatch lit up the match
And let them blood
And flower
And
Sincerely?
It was too quiet for a while
The bottle was pent up and building
The pressure to give back a spark
That taken was
And not forgiven
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