Trifle
IN THIS MOMENT
NO WORDS ARE SPOKEN
THEY SIMPLY FLOAT
ABOUT THE ROOM
WE ARE FROZEN
SPELLBOUND
IN THE HAZE
LIKE A DREAM
WE HAVE HUNG
SUSPENDED
WE DESPAIR THE END
THE PASSING
IT'S THE FIRST DEATH.
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