The steel curtains
you stand before
shelter you from
Fortune's Wind
blowing, and
Joy's Sunshine
shining.
You're dying from
standing still,
as I do my best to
hold you up.
The canalized rivets
of salty sadness,
contagious.
Your failed attempt at
obscuring the obvious -
your walls are see-through;
The pond is shallow.
Yet....
I can't let you fall
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