Pomegranate Seeds at Modnight

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Tears streaming down rosy cheeks

Words carrying emotions leaving the drunk lips of a mother and father

Cigarette smoke dancing a familiar ballet with the cool, January air

Silent tears streaming down the pale cheeks of a broken girl

Footsteps echo throughout the halls,
each step growing heavier and heavier

The light sound of crunching echoes throughout the halls,

pomegranate seeds at midnight