What did you hear when
The door slammed shut
Was the song of shattering
Piercing enough to jolt you
From the chokeholds of
The well that had been dug
Or was its siren
Only audible
To those who listen
Clouds are tainted white dreams sitting amidst serenity curtailed
Don’t touch
A thing of beauty because
They too vaporize
Like grenades do.
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