the knives cut
at night
all the mistakes
uncovered
for all to see
i can blame
the type
i can blame
the frugality
but it was me
a help from
another side
all the panics
mostly undone
still trembling
a voice softens
the pain
a voice lightens
the dark
something resembling
hope
rhymes too difficult
to tame
a still scared heart
facing the dawn
alone
(go)
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