They breathed in the unsettling smoke,
In a place called the birth of Euphoria,
hopped, jumped on the empty roads
in the numbing freezing cold,
To be found alone under the yellow street lights.
It was hard to distinguish between them and bones,
While their dark eyes screamed death,
Or at least that's what I witnessed,
As my only daughter lay on her death bed,
Whispering "Please don't let me go dad."
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