It’s Over

Rainy day
Static wave
Flashbacks playing
The sound of her violin

Ripped clothes
A hole on the door
Shot bullet
Glass shattered

Rose petals falling
Tears dropping
Losing grip
Farewell bid

It’s over
It’s over now, my dear

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