As the black rose sings it song of woe, The crystallised diamonds begin to sparkle within the dark night, I cry as the sight of these beautiful phenomenons become ever so vivid within my mind, But I know that I will begin to lose the memories of these places, And that, that is the scariest thing of all.
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Great write
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