Ashes fell;
As the memories grew faint
The smoke choked the air and my lungs gasped
For the air that was already in my clutch.
Time and effort burned to nothing
Faster than I could blink.
Friends were masked enemies, (I trusted you)
But the fire kept raging on.
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A Few Thousand Nights
Poetrya poetry about the ups and downs of life, love, and hardships
