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Ashes on my feet
Lungs filled with smoke
Are unable to lessen the havoc
The twilights sun diving in the horizon
Making me wonder will these feelings
Set like the twilight sun
Or will they turn into the gentle light of the moon
Fresh "No" Ecos in my ears and linger in,
my head
Deepening my newfound regrets and fears
My right is furious
While left feels your no is glorious
All this has left my mind like a maze with
Shifting walls
While in Anticipation of white rose
All you gifted is yellow carnations
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