The streets are crowded
with bright lights and ash
Smoke swerves around
up into the sky, causing it to go blood red
Eyes tear up from the gases,
children run wild down the streets and into the house
Sounds of gun fire
echo about the city
Loud shrieks from a small source ring in our ears,
constant fires are lit to start up another
But hey,
it's the fourth of July.
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-La Rochefoucauld
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"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld
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