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Revolution One:

Fear is a tip-of-the-tongue sensation- 

“What-ifs” so broad you can taste them

but never fully articulate them.

I made brownies and carefully placed choco chips on the top,

I carved your name in the raw top,

maybe I can grant your wish and be yours, 

perhaps I can wish you over with sweets. 

Growing up, music was always a constant. 

Then, it meant very little to me. 

It was only background noise, but always there. 

Last night, I left the basement light on.

The stairs creaked and my paper-thin pajamas

rustled as the sickly little bulb pulled me close.