Blank spaces stares the looks, such fear
apart indifference to them is.
I pushed and pulled to disconnect
so you could live and give.

Sewing up the seams of yesterday
avarice thrives it grows,
then joined together by their wits
a room I was forced in.

Threading threadless needles thread
there oft one finger points.
What's lost is lost and no ones found
the room I found you in, they've seen
you in
to live behind whats out of sight within.

In a world that others isolate approved
and you must be very good
to be pursued, as the wicked run away.

by James McLain

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