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Between death and living, there is a crowd.

The shouts can be compared to a battleground.

Everyone is there and everything a sound.

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Between death and living, there is a mob.

The room is falling as smoke filtered a sob.

Robes of fear lingers that one couldn't rob.

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Between death and living, there is us.

Our own tears betray our hidden mask.

We lay there forever 'till merciful be the dusk.


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© AravieseBonkilmer