Smoke From Roses

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The rhythmic ringing seized my senses,
The Tell-Tale death bell struck the skies,
As wasted teardrops fell around me,
The helpless, broken bodies cry.

Alas the city burns of embers,
Smoke from roses fill the dawn.
Alas, alone stuck fortnights waiting,
To burn away, or be forgot.





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