There are dead flowers in the vase,
and so many darkened hours
have no day between.
In this enduring of the swarm
nothing can be as it
was before.
Only the lost are left behind,
or was it i?
Somewhere there is
for me waiting
a no place ill never go.
Where there is no one to take,
and no one to hurt.
Where are the no faces at all.
To this place all are going
and none arrive.
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