Quiet murmurs whisper at the edge of the mind
Likened to incessant shrieks stuck on rewind
Almost as though the foundation with no crust
Were a dying leaf caught adrift in the howling gust
Colors pour out from the world in new shades
Dressed in dullness as the daylight fades
How so does the night’s chill consume
The nascent rose’s bloom
When affection takes its final breath
And locks eyes with death?
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