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You were the last bulwark of my dreams, / And now you, too, have tumbled down into the dust.
You, too, are no more than a broken lie.
Something / came between us / green and slimy / like sickly laughter / and a bowl was broken / from which / we could not drink thereafter / and we turned around / and threw / the shattered bits / upon the ground / and went our separate ways / into the town / and a clock / somewhere in a tower / boomed out slowly / hour after hour / a great cracked / broken sound.
You were the last bulwark of my dreams, / And now you, too, have tumbled down.