Over My Head (A Portrait in Sevenfold)
Weight. He waits at the heels Of the dust and fray - The fray of edges and lips Turning down Thanks for the sacrifice Thinks of the sound Of the voice through the vent (A confettied room) And the sound of the light Of the clock at at mid-night.





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