Lions and Lambs
As it shattered, shutters burst
But the silence was shattered first
By the angels who learned to curse
in dormitories, thirsty on the second story...
Through tattered shutters stumbled morning,
and leaving not one conscience snoring,
found its girls in white all stained with night
and no longer alluring.
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