Preclude
Dissonance spreading like a contagion
Little hard splinters
raised the sparks;
on the racing wall of sound...
And
Sure will obliterate
in its path of
ashes end.......
Conclude
If could we meet again
After a lasting distance:
Or in exile;
Would you look at me in trance? ?
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