A harmonica played
Notes carried on sulfurous
Winds of despair
A dog chewed his tether
Of leather and lace
Edged curtains hung
Down across musty
Windows of mourning
Comes early to those
On the gray edges
Of the dulled razor blade
Cutting across soft skins
Adorned to pasty practitioners
Lost amidst Flags
Flapping in flames
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