• Twas the strangest dream
    There were bright orange flowers, it would seem
    They dance with dark, billowing smoke
    My eyes and throat begin to burn as I choke
    I know I should go, but I wish to see the end
    I wished to see the final dance,
    but I never got the chance,
    Darkness came and I never saw again
    And that my friend, was my end.
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