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we come from a long line of fishermangenerations and generations before
we wake in the angry dawnemerging from humble cabinslike periwinkles caught in the tide
Behind the iron curtain
Silence extends untamed
And occasionally I mingle but
It matters not who knows my name.
Darkness decends
As the blocks of color shift
Displaying my change of emotion
My eyes slowly open wide
my eyes see the blackened room around me.
It's time to start another day,
Its time to fake another me.
Another day of the same old things,
another day of the same routine
I'm behind the curtain the same reasons one would be behind closed doors or in the closet.
It's safer, secluded, quieter.
Like free time for my deepest, darkest thoughts to stretch and roam freely.
