ebony-mouth
still carved in yellowed glass
while her features run
painted - vitrified
the truth I laid it down in her lap
fragile present
filled up every view
of emptiness
and
the windows cried
as she walked across
the halls left back decayed
the windows criedsight is failing
weakened he turns away
silhouette
I can't erase the lines ... her lines
though I know I could
always recall it on my mind
from the outside
the voices gently swing
announcing days
out of sight
out of sight
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