Some more. Wait.
Clock silent thread.
All gone. At finally
Nothing to save.
Some more. And guitar tearing bust
Carried back in thought away.
Just night - night smoked grey.
Some more. Wait.
Clock silent thread.
All gone. At finally
Nothing to save.
Some more. Patient, and then
Evening hide in cascade curtains.
And dust cover our strings.
Some more. Wait.
Clock silent thread.
All gone. At finally
Nothing to save.
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