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Fragile

Twisted leaf falling
disintegrated faith,
in the echoes calling
stars fading in your wake.
Songs of pleasure ringing
sounding in heathen ears,
in my decadence
I am fearing;
nothing will remain.

And I am twisted
clutching at the wind,
a reverent lullaby catches,
only to let me break.
Careless little fingers
crush my fragile spine
holding me together,
to whisper at me coldly;
holding me together
by a whisper
just.

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Rudyard Kipling

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Much enjoyed. A kind of earthy honesty in an olde English style of writing Steve 10+++++++++