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The cracks in the wall screamed again
The world frenzied with her punctuated sighs
Maybe another time she’ll live again

The ceiling opened up
Sucked her in with a single gulp
The cracks in the wall screamed again

Her eyes watched little black butterflies
Those damned moths hovering around
Maybe another time she’ll live again

She dances along the ridges of ice
Waltzing inside those closing walls
The cracks in the wall screamed again

Perhaps she was made of glass herself
She waltzed and waltzed and broke again
Maybe another time she’ll live again

The moths have enveloped her world in black
The ridges of ice are sharper now
The cracks in the walls screamed again
Maybe another time she’ll live again