laughter in the halls on the last days
sound like florescent lights emitted by some atmospheric phenomena
localized above our heads
an hour between eternity and now to spend ingesting death
the white
roses
left
one by one
by
mourning
fractals
from
even
deathlike
hands
sharp
nails
dry
cuticle
encrusted
keyboard
bones
plastic coffins and plastic signs
around with the numbered dial goes time enchained in brass links
cutting into thin wrists
no space before the collapse of the thin film of resolve.
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