in the echoes of memory stand the ten time ten daggers of heartregret the ancient wounds of unreclaimed reticence

in the junkyard of broken hearts lie the eight time eight monuments to monumental failure drawn in honeyed dream

in the hospital of whispered odes sing the six by six bloodwound choirs that scream inchoate rage to the dulcet hammers of angst

in laced up slippers the ballerinas traipse across dust covered nothings with four by four now two by two inconsiderations

on the cold carved bench of obsidian dreamscape sits the lone fool one by one lost in languid longing listening to the echoes


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