the last drop of wine
served before dusk
pallidly sparkles
against a bored goblet
..they too bear
the madness
a familiar silence
of a night relentless,
refuses to remember
nor to forget
it was never lonely
this way
smiles peek over
nostalgic tears
as a voice silenced
cry for a chance
to create an image
without fear
the first of a memory
the last of a dream
then, ends darkness
and every naked soul needs be
clothed
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