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and in you waltz
through once unhinged
and now delicately balanced
doors
which can only leave
a frail impression of solidity.

your smile is out of context;
a gorgeous song which has tasted blood.
your voice
a careful hazy indifference
masking misplaced emotions
masking more apathy.

it rains in our fever dreams
peeling away all the colours
promises made driftwood
sinking in a whirlpool of words
unsaid.
i look back just as you look away.