prudence

she said something about

leaving the city

all the endless hallways

and captive conversations

she said the feathers on her bed

where whispers from the angels

that watched her sleep

and crowded her dreams

in an ethereal canopy

she said the only thing worth living for

is whatever you are running from

as she hurled her pearls into the street

and they danced at the feet of the bums

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