Break
the heart. Break the head. Break the room. Toy up the thought: no one will come
home again. Burn the ballands, in lone moments, your eyes packed with tumbled
fears. This is the avalanche of lifetimes. Your hands so plush with loss your
neck could snap, a dried reed in a summer breeze. Yes to the window that opens
to grey and thunder.
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