and youre lingering
with the roraring wasteful comfort
as the scrap metal
chimes blunt combinations
of melting checkerboard notes
and tinker toy transparensies.
and you sit there
and whine
as your soul is pored
into a frame of
glass shards.
and you sit there
not feeling a thing.
as your very essence is
evaporated into harshness
never to be soft again.
and you sit there
compleatly oblivious
as your vision of all beauty
is shattered.


 
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