HWR (12/7/16)

The air reeks of frantic gloom and everyone’s lungs are speaking with death, while their tongues are anti-doom.
There’s no bypass, one way in and another out for some, the final bell has rung, their time has come.
And their stood out, two remnants of happiness, careering through the halls and getting caught in everyone’s eyes, diabolical.
Extenuating circumstances made it unpunishable, for these two to spread happiness, in this lugubrious room.
A sight for some sore eyes, inspiring a whole garden of lost souls, to curve their lips, when life’s fists are going out of control.
It’s so magical, the people nonplussed.

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