So, we wake
from the dream.
The end of an era.
Hope, it's such a
frightening thing
that keeps you alive
as the tiger slowly
gnaws at your limbs.
But, the heart
that is weary,
ripped out of its home,
now
knows full well,
it's time to stop beating
to the rhythm of a song
that's no longer playing.
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