Whose hearts are left,
To ache the most.
The ones running out of breath.
Warning of imminent danger coming.
Or those who laugh and pass judgement.
As to how the 'messengers'...
Dared to approach them,
Inappropriately dressed.
And expressing a lack,
Of social etiquette.
Whose hearts are left,
To ache the most?
Those wishing to grieve,
Etiquettely!
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