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Buffet
By: Inventedbeliever
Wonders and music fill the air.
Why, this is so rare.
Usually, the only flowers you'd see are wilting.
But having the pedals bloom seems quite fitting.
People dancing without a care,
In their clothes, not a single tear.
The holes in their hearts all burning,
To face the fear is what they're all learning.
Dreams drifted away,
Mouths eat away to the buffet,
If only it were always this way.
But after the meal is finished,
Everyone's joy is diminished.
Souls all dry,
And eyes begin to cry.
Those who lived are punished,
And those who've died all vanished.
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