A muddled mess of feelings and fire
Who knows who is thinking of who or what
But it makes it better for a few
For a few
How many times before something good comes
A slight bend of knee that is hard to determine.
Perhaps just wishing to make sure that it didn’t over boil.
Covering the faces to hide the lies whispered
And the truths left unsaid
The exhausted heart just trying to find a spark
Waiting for the beating to start.
Elucidating Questions 
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