It was the night of nothings
silence caved in with everything
feelings smothered by numbness
sayings ruined by repetitions
she lied in the bed of death
with passions and compassions all wreathed
her voice could no more be heard
no sound could be uttered by the lips upturned
what was youth, only a memory
what was life, only a summary of zeroes
green and dry, everything sailed by
now, no tears, no fears, no cheers
when the spellings of destiny
twisted by dictionaries
the voice chilled by death
could no longer warm the hearth.............
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