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Hall of Glass
Never mind peering through the windows
nor caress their wooden frames,
neither inhale their vaporous lacquer.
Nary a murmur of gust passes
through the slightest imperfections.
It's their glass
that shatters; settling to silence.
Solemn hands collect the fragments
wicked mirror edges slither into flesh.
Lower his casket and reminisce
in the last breath of him.
What is more powerful
than a soul that dies defiantly
whilst clasping hands
full of shattered glass
mildly stained in their blood and yours?
nor caress their wooden frames,
neither inhale their vaporous lacquer.
Nary a murmur of gust passes
through the slightest imperfections.
It's their glass
that shatters; settling to silence.
Solemn hands collect the fragments
wicked mirror edges slither into flesh.
Lower his casket and reminisce
in the last breath of him.
What is more powerful
than a soul that dies defiantly
whilst clasping hands
full of shattered glass
mildly stained in their blood and yours?
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