Just before.

I didn’t mean for this
This wrangled piece of mess on the floor
What we wanted was peace
A path of emotions splattered
Carved my heart out and hope it is restored
Had restoration came with a price

Glazed over eyes
Lips that can quench no thirst
The Heart needs a master
Master come tame.
Take the flame
Let it burnt.

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