The noise is slow to fade
The dust is slow to settle
The lead and rubber riddle words
Infused with burning metal
The silence becomes louder
Than the pounding on the door
Let hope return a forehead
To the dust upon the floor
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
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