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Inferno On Our Midway
The Ferris Wheel once towered
Over our abandoned park
With spindly spines aloft,
But bicycle spokes to us,
Dominated only by our pride,
The ivy,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...
And in that long-spun Carousel
Of our abandoned park,
Despite chipped paint,
We rode the pastel stallions,
Broken only by our innocence,
The mesquite,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...
The roller coaster once had power
Over our abandoned park.
The cloud-worthy cars,
Just fog-worthy,
Struck still only by our wishes,
The thorns,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...
And when you fell down, down,
From our abandoned park,
From the trestled tracks we strode,
Your memory had gone blind,
Diseased,
And of course, swiped.
Stolen...
The Midway once had charm
In my abandoned park,
Taken only by a fall, the brambles,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze which stole away the rest
As I waltzed into the flames.
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