The dark bedroom breathes of death awakening
Like the taste of a freshly opened wound
A huddled memory, defeated senses undressed
Arms tear down the shadows
“Please don’t leave me!”
She calls out to no one in particular
Sprawled upon the dust,
Gripping and shaking with tears
Sirens blare through the gust
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