2d
He built the walls.
He locked the doors.
He feared the death
That walks outdoors.
He feared the streets,
The plague, the knife—
Not the glass chandelier
That took his life.
The brightest light,
The grandest art—
The most beautiful thing
Broke his heart.
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He locked the doors.
He feared the death
That walks outdoors.
He feared the streets,
The plague, the knife—
Not the glass chandelier
That took his life.
The brightest light,
The grandest art—
The most beautiful thing
Broke his heart.
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"He hid from the storm, but the ceiling fell—life writes its own endings."
(17/M)
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