Word Balloons from Completions by Completions

Strings of my design inertly touch air
A dance required
As the teeth of grey deploy as bad news
Silence throws a call to armor what you know
A worry grown
Readied up for guns that only flash inside

I can't see what you want me to
If you don't lash nerve to word balloons that desire sky
But that is fine
I know my red well of recycled joy
Can be harbor to a dark refrain, bold and underlined
But that is fine
That is fine

I put on my shirt and move to wash my face
Trust recoils
Am I leaving for the night or more?
Simple faults draw constant drafts that would not blow
A worry grown
If we could disable guns flashed inside

They won't flee in a week or two
As a fabric cloud of word balloons that obscure the sky
Ranging wide
Raising sighed beliefs stills the jittered mind
As a long procedure that in time every knife will find
But that is fine
That is fine

Trust will always dream
To trump anxiety
And all is fine, as long as it's real

And if you unbar
What you actually are
Then all is fine, as long as it's real

I can't be what you want me to
If you don't lash nerve to word balloons that desire sky
But that is fine
I know my red well of recycled joy
Is a harbor to a dark refrain, bold and underlined
But that is fine
That is fine

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