Wooden love,
Forgotten like old bones
And memories
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Lies settle uneasily on her skin
Like thick perfume choking
All who are near
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Wisps of dust
Curl into the rising air
Like invisible smoke
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Exquisite telling
Of the corpse;
Sparkling wine and cold fingers
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Do not touch
the shameless broken glass
That lie like crushed diamonds
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Two buses
Full of empty people
Pass blindly
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Rising towers of ice
A complex of cages,
And we call it beautiful
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This is the way the world ends
(World ends, world ends)
Not with a bang but a whisper
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Because we are the hollow men
And there is never rest
For a lost boy