Words
All of a sudden
their colors turn
then one by one
they drift away,
until all that's
left is a deep
silence above
a golden floor.
The wait begins
for sounds to scrap
sweet nothings to
an empty sky.
Last Gasp, where bad poetry, poor political analysis, and meaningless observations come to die.
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