Manchester
They came from near and far with smiling faces
and a skip in their step with excitement growing inside.
Daughters and sisters waving parents goodbye, their big night
a chance to be alone with Ariana Grande
I weep at what was to follow
smoke, heat and molten metal,
engulfed them where they stood.
Some shall never grow old
and we must never forget
one night in Manchester.
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