Crisp and unshaken
Carefully untouched
Fortunately permitting
A guarded oblivion
A mere utter
And a single breath
Was all it’d take
To blow it into ruins
Any fixated glance
Or sudden recollections
Seemed to initiate a tremor
A grip of the utmost fear
A longing silence
To shatter such turmoil
Only a stillness, nothingness
Could conceal forever
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