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Nausicaa 349

Angels called softly
They were bright and inside your home at night
They rubbed your dreams till
You learned to pronounce the names of
All the flowers in these
halcyon days

But there were cries, coming from
An overlooked place
The single heart forgets
Its deliberate wishes and
Now turns to rock

You come along and kick it down
A stony slope into a raging sea

We watch stupidly on the strand as it
Sinks forever, without a trace.