The Last Ones to Fall

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Softly spoken, the pleads from her mouth
Resounding thrums, the fluttering of a heart
Echoing taps, the footsteps of unwelcome visitors
Sharp shouting, the orders of unfamiliar people
Cacophonous slams, the termination of those near you
Solid white, the surrounding silence
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La fin
~Flame

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