Especially tricky
for I don't know who can see it
When I approach a seemingly kind face
all I can do is wonder
Difficult to focus on a conversation
seeking out the loyal
Their numbers decreasing
with each passing day
It's like searching
for a place to hide
In a stark white
empty room
Every place
a backdrop
For this
blood red letter
Assigned to me
by those so fortunate
to be free of fault
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