her lips formed the shape
of a pale and ghostly
o
which floated down the stairs
hovered briefly over eternity
and had the temerity
to
escape out the door
unfortunately
this was all it was meant to be.
glasses knocking against each other at the dining table
forks poised in the air
attuned to irreverent commentary
while the clock chimes ten
the hour of the civilized
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