Twelve - Song

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Song

“Ring around the rosies,

A pocket full of posies,

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down.”

Smoke. Fire. Blood all over.

“Ring around the rosies,

A pocket full of posies,

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down.”

I can’t breathe. Somewhere, someone’s screaming.

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