Quiet

The edge of voicing what it all looks like

From a perspective that feels all wrong

Still it fits the atmosphere just right

Enough to let it become my words today

Truth mating with my inherent anger

Chemical spill pouring through the edits

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So at home with luck’s bottomless lulls

Attacking windmills no longer a chore

Leaving fingerprints all over the trigger

Refused her advice for something gentle

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But for the firm bite on my tongue today

And how I swallow the poison it produced

My attack b...