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the spectacles on the table

sans her eyes look at me

her dreams did not progress

a sudden full stop


now her soul walks

in memory that fails miserably

to wipe out tears from my eyes


faltering silence blocks

the flow of stammering voice

through the nib

that scratches the paper


no impressions

but a plain vision

of nothingness