Death

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Black tulips,
Scattered limbs,
An orchestra of stars,
A tear of dreams that passed.

Moon hides,
Tragedy to thrive,
An orchestra of sorrow,
A tear of love that passed.

We weep,
Lost, cruel fate,
An orchestra of angels,
A tear of men that puzzles.

Brimming cup,
Never filled enough,
An oppression of blinding toxin,
Listen to what should be, should be.

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