All the greens, all the blues,
cacaphonied silence
of one room.
Memoried mists
texturing wallpapered
defiances, timed alliances
of rose reminiscences,
shattered crystal dreams.
Joy of roses, joy of laughter,
ended with that opened door,
'I have news for the family of....'
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