a red fabric that ties me closer
a loose word that keeps me warmer
how often do we forget our forgiveness?
a heartbeat that sings of redemption
children cry in synced chorus
the aged speak in posed riddles
for what is it when we run out of time?
when words can no longer be in rhyme?
a younger sister of when it started
disbelief will be the reason things will not change.
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