Self-Quarantine

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Cold. You walk around cold from something
Overly everything and also nothing
Vacillating between emotions everywhere
Intertwined with physical what-ifs
Damned if you aren’t wondering about whether

Ketchup

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Every moment spent on edge
Feeling on the fringe
Shouting matches in our minds
Calm asks where we’ve been

Know there is a fix for this
Truly, there’s a path
Go to your knees, finally
Seek His face and ask