One's every pretenses ripped away,
the tapestry called Civility, unraveled in a single pull,
where the small rip was borne.
One's every plan destroy,
systematically; intriguingly
slow is the destruction
and the images of the past
and the hopes of the future,
all the bright reds and pinks and whites.
Swept away into the fire
in a moment of tearful
passion.
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