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Red lights hit her face Like a slap from A cold hand Mocking Silent Unrushed Two drunk teens Dying from A prom night Car crash Tragedy according to the news Because they were honor students In love College bound But tonight, this scene Of street lovers College drop outs Killing themselves with needles Is just another Trash-pick-up-by-ambulance Not newsworthy without A garbage strike She was the only one who knew About the **** That taught him To value ****** More than himself Uncle Frank Was everyone’s favorite Started failing classes A solid shame – Couldn’t go back home now They talked late at night About the government Guess they won’t get their Student loan money back She wore his coat While he shivered Her poetry made him weep She wrote it with a sharpie On the sides of buses Hoping someone Would read it on their way To real life And hear how some people Sleeping on the street Are philosophers and dreamers And love one another The ambulance driver Would not let her inside She thought about cutting herself So they’d have to take her They just shut their doors And drove away Red lights Absent Her prom night car Crashed Without a sound
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
The Park By The Bus Station
Red lights hit her face Like a slap from A cold hand Mocking Silent Unrushed Two drunk teens Dying from A prom night Car crash Tragedy according to the news Because they were honor students In love College bound But tonight, this scene Of street lovers College drop outs Killing themselves with needles Is just another Trash-pick-up-by-ambulance Not newsworthy without A garbage strike She was the only one who knew About the **** That taught him To value ****** More than himself Uncle Frank Was everyone’s favorite Started failing classes A solid shame – Couldn’t go back home now They talked late at night About the government Guess they won’t get their Student loan money back She wore his coat While he shivered Her poetry made him weep She wrote it with a sharpie On the sides of buses Hoping someone Would read it on their way To real life And hear how some people Sleeping on the street Are philosophers and dreamers And love one another The ambulance driver Would not let her inside She thought about cutting herself So they’d have to take her They just shut their doors And drove away Red lights Absent Her prom night car Crashed Without a sound
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
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