Home fire
Some walks need to be made alone
With only the accompanying sound of foot steps
No breeze can scatter
Some memories
Incinerated ideals
Dreams that lie in various
States of decomposition
Carrion for painted on faces
Scavengers on a dance floor
The area of fate
Retribution for breathing
Numbly the fire burns through
The clouds haze of narcissism
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