Disappear into your own
brand of luxe Hell celebrate
as you do without delight
While countless tiny castles
built on sand are swept
into your sea of no regret
At sunrise when no trace
is left behind a distant song
of dread and waiting fades
to its familiar final chord
rending dissonant and still
you remark only on
the smoothness of the shore
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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