Survivors crawl as a fire sets
Falling long and hard the wind pets the crust
In desperate need of blood, oranges are a must
Smiles emerge as the wings appear
Pain is extinguished as red disappears
Hearts quicken from the shock
They realize the carnival was almost the end when
Lapid flicks of orange rose to the bridles
Paper wrapped up those orange blows
And pureness was restored when the orange was dimmed to the irises
-Adrienne
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