Dead silhouettes
Standing still against
A monochrome sunset
Infinite shapes
Inanimate frames
Immovable objects
And it haunts me
The beauty
That a cold, dead shell
Could shine purely
In the pearly
Misty white shroud
All that a figure could leave
That I can't figure out
Frozen rivulets
Settle gently upon
A sea of vast regrets
Irrational figments
Impassible loss
Tangible monuments
And it haunts me
The beauty
That a cold, dead shell
Could shine purely
In the pearly
Misty white shroud
All that a figure could leave
That I can't figure out
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