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The bridge is collapsing,

chaos walking,

falling through the same cracks

again and again

She hangs

by stretched-out fingers,

reaching for love in a kaleidoscope

falling rain mocks perfection

His touch like fire,

chaos screaming

until she’s a ghost made of ashes

dangling from a broken cloud

And still she stands

in the storm,

no,

she is the storm,

head bent for the collision,

ready as she’ll ever be,

eyes like ice,

hair like ashes,

face like fire,

chaos dreaming